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The adults rushing toward him were tense with the intent to attack, and Izuku tightened his hold on his gun. "Freeze!" His finger rested on the side of the trigger, pointing the weapon at their feet. "Civilians are not permitted here! It's dangerous! Go back to the evacuation zone with the others!" Izuku rattled out his order, clinging to the only familiar thing he knew. It wasn't the first time he'd found straddlers in a warzone, but this was the first time that he went from a completely destroyed city to... this. A familiar rush of anxiety tingled in his toes.
He hated firsts.
The strangely dressed adults froze, bodies still poised. The woman shot her companion a confused glance as they both looked between him and the enemy soldier.
Izuku reached a hand toward his ear, pressing the small com button. "Commander, this is 031, reporting in, I have a 34-6. Do you copy?"
Static. No answer.
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Or; Izuku is a child soldier in a pre-Quirk war, and something really weird is going on.