Switched

chapter 1

There is a hand on his face.

More importantly, it's not his hand on his face, and it's not warm either.

So. Based on Izuku's lightning quick deduction skills, this means either he has a fake hand on his face- ridiculous really because how on earth would it have gotten there- or there is a dead person's hand on his face, which is perhaps even more ridiculous but hundreds of times more concerning.

Letting out a muffled shriek, Izuku reaches up to grab the offending hand, wrenching it off with far more effort than it really should have taken, as the hand seems to almost resist his efforts, remaining stuck on his face with a clammy grip for a few lingering seconds before finally releasing its hold. After he succeeds, he sits there, panting, and swallows. Please be a prank from Kirishima, he thinks. Or Ashido. I don't care who got me, just let it be a prank. He slowly gets his breath under control and forces himself to look down at it.

Well. Hmm. That's... yep, that's a real-life, dead hand all right.

It's so pale it is almost white, and rather than a bloody mess at the wrist, it has a golden cap. Ironically enough, now that Izuku has gotten a good look at it, he's no longer worried about the fact that there was a dead person's hand on his face.

Oh no, now he's extremely worried that there was one of Shigaraki's dead person's hands on his face.

Did these hands also turn things to dust? Oh god, they better not be able to turn things into dust. Had it been gripping his face with all five fingers? He hadn't checked. But his face didn't particularly hurt, and Izuku was fairly certain the hands were just unfortunate decorations for Shigaraki and not actually related to his quirk, so maybe he is okay. When- why had Shigaraki put it on his face-

Izuku's head snaps up as he realizes that he's been so invested in the hand that he has forgotten to check his surroundings. Which is also one huge gigantic mistake, because this is not Izuku's room, this is not UA, this is nowhere Izuku has ever been before. He's lying on a sofa, a TV playing next to him without sound, but the rest of the room is fairly dark. His lips sting, and licking them just makes them feel worse, so he must have been out of it for a decent amount of time.

Has the League of Villains captured him? He's not sure.

There are weights on his wrists, but they're not the typical feeling of handcuffs. Izuku holds his hands up only to nearly bite his tongue as he chokes back another yelp. More hands. And, now that he's looking, he's feeling the sensation of being tightly gripped all over; on his shoulders, his arms, in his hair, on his neck-

Izuku scrabbles at himself, plucking every hand he could find off of himself before dropping them in a pile beside him. He jerks to his feet, reaching for One for All, but there is only a distant echo, still there but somehow unreachable. It was not unlike what happened when Aizawa-sensei was using his quirk on him, which is better than nothing at all, but at the moment all Izuku cares about is the knowledge that he is all alone, probably with Shigaraki nearby, and his quirk is not functioning.

No. No, no, no, this is not happening, this can't be happening; Izuku was asleep at home, he is sure of it. Was it a nightmare, a result of running into Shigaraki at the mall the other day? Or did they come to his house and take him- oh no, his mom-

In his panic, he put his hand down on the couch, and he is forcibly startled out of his panic attack when the furniture starts to dissolve at his touch.