!!!WARNING!!! There is implied abuse in here and also mentions of torture and brainwashing! Please keep yourselves safe!! Oh yeah and guys kiss not 100% consensually
Deku found himself in an odd position. One minute he was working with his temporary partner to fight crime, the next he found himself in a completely different area, with no recognizable landmarks in his field of vision.
Well, it was actually a bit more complicated than that.
He and another hero from a different agency were paired up for two weeks in order to build their teamwork skills with people they've never worked with before. Deku had been paired with a nice person who went by Hajime (who had politely asked to be referred to with gender-neutral pronouns), who was around the same age as him. They had a warp quirk that allowed them to create portals within their field of vision. The warps weren't big or anything, but were still enough to fit a person inside, and they couldn't stay open for more than three minutes. Surprisingly, they worked quite well together. Hajime was able to get Deku in and out of situations quickly, which allowed him to quickly get around without the risk of going overboard with One For All.
They were also quite fascinated with String Theory, something he learned on one of their patrols together. They had started talking about how there may be different universes similar to their own with only slight changes, or ones that are completely different. Deku would be lying if he said it wasn't at least a little bit interesting. Maybe there was a universe where he was born with a quirk.
But that's beside the point. They got into a little trouble, and Hajime had opened a warp for Deku to go through like they had done so many times before. He rolled through expecting to come out on the other side of the street, only when he exited the warp, he found himself in a dimly lit building that gave off an energy that made Deku shiver.
The warp closed behind him and he didn't see any new one opening soon, so he made it his top priority to find his way out of here. He soon found out that he was actually warped into a labyrinth of a building, because no matter how hard he searched, Deku couldn't find a way out.
Eventually, he stumbled his way into a large room. It was neatly decorated with bookshelves and maybe a potted plant here or there. The room, unlike everything else Deku had stumbled upon, was well lit and it screamed sophisticated. There was someone sitting at a large oak desk seemingly going over some papers, with someone standing off to the side of the desk, blankly peering down at what the other was doing.
Deky awkwardly cleared his throat, stepping into the room. "Uh, hello-" he started, but stopped when he saw sickeningly familiar green eyes looking to at him. That was him sitting at that desk.
Only, it wasn't quite. His hero outfit cut off at the shoulders and had white gloves that came up to about mid-upper forearm, with black combat gloves over his hands. And his mask looked more like the bottom part of a gas mask than anything. He was taller by the look of things, too.
Deku's doppelganger set down his writing utensil and stood up, bracing his hands on his desk.
"Who are you?" Deku asked.
"I could say the same about you," his other spoke.
Before Deku could continue on his train of thought, he finally notices who was standing next to him. It was Toshiro! Only, he was wearing a grey scale outfit similar to a bartender's and his hair was dyed an extremely pale grey, or maybe a muted silver would be a more appropriate description. His scars looked the same from what Deku could tell, but they started to get more intense around the wrists. It didn't look like self-harm, though. It looked more of what you would get from having handcuffs or shackles around your wrists constantly. It was unsettling. He stared onward, eyes glazed over and held a blank expression. He looked like a shell of a person.
