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The World Turned Upside Down

Originally posted to Ao3 on 8/8/2020. Last updated on 10/6/2020.

Chapter 1: In which Everything Good in the World is Yote Out the Window

Izuku Midoriya’s life is going great. He’s 29, a Pro Hero with his own agency, two sidekicks in Kota and Eri, who are 23 and 19 respectively, and 24 best friends. His mom and Toshinori got married two years ago and were living happily together.

Eri has been training with One For All since she was 17 and she can reach 40% without injuring herself. She uses a martial arts fighting style when fighting. She can’t use the previous holder’s quirks or communicate with them, but Izuku knows that they are all proud of her. And Izuku is the happiest he’s been in years.

But, all good things must come to an end.

Every yakuza group and villain organization joined forces to create the newest iteration of the League of Villains, with Tomura Shigaraki leading them all.

Most of the heroes were dead, the few left alive being Izuku, Eri, Shouta, Toshinori, Mirio, Katsuki, Hitoshi, and Shouto. Toshinori’s health is getting worse by the day. He can’t run for more than a few minutes without coughing up blood. Shouta’s eyebags are more prominent than ever, as are Hitoshi’s. Shouto has fallen into a depression since the villains killed his mother, sister, and brother, and Izuku and Katsuki aren’t much better off, since Inko, Mitsuki, and Masaru were also murdered in cold blood. Mirio doesn’t go a day without crying, wishing with all his heart that Tamaki and Nejire weren’t dead and gone, and that he could at least say goodbye one last time. Kota was killed by the same man that murdered his parents. Eri didn’t want to eat or sleep or do anything for months. She was numb.

The heroes that were left were permanently on the run. Villains owned the streets, civilians that were left alive had to cater to whatever the villains wanted, or be tortured to death.

There was only one way that the heroes that were left could gain the upper hand…

Take out the villains’ leader.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Izuku is fighting against Shigaraki in a last ditch effort to save Japan…

He fails.

Shigaraki saw an opening and took it, shoving him in the chest with all five fingers. His midsection starts to disintegrate.

Izuku is dying.

Eri sprints toward him. She tries to save him. She can’t. It’s too late.

Shigaraki grins evilly before spinning on his heel and calling his men away, claiming that since the #1 pro hero is down, it’ll be much easier to defeat the rest of them while they grieve.

The heroes surround Eri as her mentor, her hero, dies in her arms.

They’re crying, even Kacchan is, no matter how hard he tries to hide them.

Eri won’t accept this fate.

She fires up One For All at 100%, then activates Rewind. Her horn grows, twisting like a ram’s horn. Her body starts crackling with energy and red lightning, her eyes begin to glow.

She opens her mouth and screams to the heavens.

The light is blinding, it’s too bright for Shouta to open his eyes and erase her quirks.

No one can stop her.

Something snaps, and they all fall unconscious at the same exact time.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Izuku opened his eyes.

He’s sitting in a classroom in Aldera Junior High. Other students are staring and laughing at him.

He’s the only one who notices Kacchan jolt and look around wide-eyed.

(Was all that just a dream?)

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Katsuki opened his eyes.

He’s in some shitty classroom from that shitty junior high he went to before he got into UA. Everyone’s staring and laughing at shitty Deku, too preoccupied to take notice of him. For once, he was grateful.

(That was too fucking real to be some bullshit hallucination.)

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Shouta opened his eyes.

He’s inside of a sleeping bag. A yellow one, like he used to carry around all the time. He’s in UA, he realizes. Students sitting at their desks, talking softly or writing in notebooks or scrolling on their phones.

It’s not his nightmare class.

The students looked vaguely familiar to him, but not familiar to tell what year it was or anything.

(What had happened?)

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Toshinori opened his eyes.

He was in his muscle form - he shouldn’t be able to do that - in a police station. Naomasa was staring at him with a look of concern gracing his features.

“Are you ok, All Might? You kind of spaced out there.”

“Yes, of course, my friend! Long day, is all.”

“Right, take it easy, if you must. Don’t overwork yourself.”

“I’ll be sure not to.” He left the building and found a nearby alley to deflate in.

(What in the world was going on?)

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Mirio opened his eyes.

He was in his old living room, Tamaki sitting beside him, visibly concerned.

He looked up at the TV in front of him, where a paused game of Mario Kart sat, controllers layed on the coffee table.

Mirio waved off his friend’s worry and picked up his controller, waiting for Tamaki to grab his before unpausing the game.

(God, what the hell made his head ache so badly?)

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Shouto opened his eyes.

He was laying on the floor of the dojo in his father’s house - that should be nothing more than ash in the wind, after what the villains did to it. He was kicked in the side with a flaming boot, making him hiss in pain from a bruise that he wasn’t aware he had.

“Get up, boy. Your training isn't over yet,” said the voice of his asshole of a sperm donor who, by all means, should be long dead and buried.

Shouto got up.

(He’ll have to ask Izuku what’s going on later.)

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Hitoshi opened his eyes.

There was a muzzle on his face. It was digging into several places; his jaw being the most painful.

He was in a room with seven beds, the one he was on being the farthest from the door. No one else was in the room with him.

(Was going to UA just some crazy fever dream or something?)

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Eri opened her eyes.

She was in a bed that was way too big for her. The floor was covered in boxes of unopened toys. A table was in the corner that had colouring books and a huge box of crayons.

She was in the Shie Hassakai base, and she was four again.

It had worked. She had traveled back in time.

(And this time, she was going to make sure no one died. Not even Nighteye.)

A/N: this is my first published work in this fandom (i have like 41 WIPs) so go easy on me.
that being said im glad you took the time to read this short little thing i did and know that you are loved and appreciated even if its just by me, a 14 year old, anti social fanfiction writer. <3

A/N: Minor edits done on 10/20/20 to fix timeline inconsistencies.

Chapter 2: In Which Things are Looking Up

Eri methodically examined the bandages on her arms. They were all the proof she needed to know that Kai was already taking her apart to make the quirk-erasing formula. It would take two more years for the heroes to save her if everything played out like it did originally, but she was at least 200% sure it wouldn’t if Izuku had anything to say about it.

Eri snapped her head up at the sound of approaching footsteps. The heroes couldn’t be here yet, could they?

She was right, it was just Kai, coming to take her DNA to try to get rid of quirks altogether.

Yeah, no, not happening. Her pain tolerance wouldn’t be as high as it was when she was a hero because she’s not in the same body anymore. Speaking of, getting used to a new center of gravity would be difficult.

Kai took slow and measured steps toward the bed before stopping at the end and gesturing with a gloved hand to follow. She glared with all her might before shaking her head defiantly.

“No.”

“Now now, Eri. Don’t be like that,” he reached a hand out - still gloved - to grab her.

“Don’t fucking touch me you bird-masked, germophobic, piece of shit!” she smacked his hand away with all her might.

“Where did you learn to swear?” Kai mumbled as he slipped a glove off and reached for her again.

Eri grabbed his wrist, “I said, ‘Don’t. Touch. Me,’” she activated her quirk, horn lighting up golden, “You might want to listen when someone tells you something.”

Kai’s face turned shocked, before morphing into anger. He tried to yank his wrist away, but it was too late, he was being rewound out of existence.

Before long, Eri had nothing but thin air in her grasp, a heap of clothes on the floor. She clambered off the bed and bolted through the still-open door. Why it didn’t close on its own was still a mystery to her, but she was grateful nonetheless.

There were very few people roaming the halls. Fewer than she would’ve expected. Whatever, that didn’t matter to her at the moment. The only thing on her mind right now was freedom and where she would go after that.

The door was there, a mere two meters away, but Chronostasis was guarding it. That might be a problem.

“Help!” she started yelling, “Please, h-help! Ch-Chisaki… he, he fell in my r-room and won’t g-get up! I dunno what h-happened!” she fell to her knees and fake-sobbed into her hands.

“Shit! What the hell?” Chronostasis mumbled disbelievingly before frantically running to her room, leaving Eri on the floor in his haste.

“That was close,” she mumbled to herself as she got up and shoved the huge door open.

She was free. Now, to figure out what to do next.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The school’s dismissal bell rang, and students started to pack up their things and file out the door. Izuku was in the midst of doing the same when Kacchan called out to him.

“Hey, Deku, stay here for a sec. We need to talk.”

“Okay? What about?” Izuku asked, curious.

“Wait until everyone else leaves, shit nerd.” They waited a few minutes for everyone to leave the classroom.

“What did you want to talk about, Kacchan?”

“You almost died,” he stated.

“W-wait, you remember, too!? It wasn’t a dream!?” Izuku took an involuntary step back.

“Of course it wasn’t a dream, idiot! You think your brain could make up something that batshit crazy?” Kacchan yelled.

“I dunno! It seemed to batshit crazy to be real!” Izuku yelled back.

“This is getting us nowhere! If you remember, and I remember, then Shouto, Hitoshi, Shouta, Toshinori, Mirio, and Eri should too. Right?”

“R-right!”

“So then we just gotta contact ‘em.”

“Yeah!” Izuku was about to say he could call Toshinori when his phone started ringing. There was no caller ID and he didn’t recognise the number, but he decided to pick up anyway. “Hello, this is Izuku Midoriya, who is this?”

“Izuku, thank god! Kacchan didn’t answer his phone.”

“E-Eri! How did you get a hold of a phone?” He asked as he put the phone on speaker.

“What? Eri!?” Kacchan asked, definitely louder than necessary.

“Hi, Kacchan! I tried to call you, but you didn’t answer.” She responded, “I’m borrowing someone’s phone for a moment, I’m near Sir Nighteye’s Agency, I need somebody to come pick me up.”

“Alright, we’ll be there in about twenty minutes.”

“Okay, I’ll just wait for you here. See you in a bit.”

“Bye, see you!” Izuku hung up the call. “We can catch the next train if we run.”

“Race you there!” Kacchan challenged before sprinting out the door and down the stairs.

“Hey, no fair! I haven’t even started training yet!” Izuku called after him, running as fast as he could to try to keep up.

“You snooze you lose, Deku!” Kacchan taunted with a laugh.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“All Might, do you think you could tell me why, exactly, there is a soaking wet four-year-old in my office asking me to call you?” Sir Nighteye asked, deadpan.

“For the record, that storm was completely unexpected. I had no clue it was going to rain today.” a young voice chipped in quietly.

“Is that Young Eri? How did she get away from Overhaul?”

“I may or may not have Rewound him so much that he doesn’t exist anymore?” Eri replied hesitantly.

“You what!?” Sir sounded like he was having a stroke.

Honestly, Toshinori could relate.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Shouta didn’t have enough coffee to deal with this shit.

Hitoshi just turned up on his doorstep in the middle of the night, soaking wet with cuts and bruises littering his body, and a goddamned muzzle on his face.

Hitoshi hesitantly fingerspelt ‘help’, and before he knew it, Shouta had dragged Hitoshi inside, took off the fucking muzzle and threw it in the garbage can, placed a towel around Hitoshi’s shoulders and shoved a mug of coffee into his hands.

“If you want to take a shower, I’ll grab you some clean clothes. And you already know where the spare bedroom is.”

Hitoshi nodded and took a deep swig of coffee before setting the empty mug down and heading to the bathroom. Shouta made a mental note to buy some clothes that would fit better than the ones he and his husband already owned.

Son; acquired.

A/N: Thank you to Killashilla, James_Remus_Regulus_Black, ILoveKlanceart, Once_In_a_dream301, Rainycat, Zaijasku, MythiesArchives, and MRU911 for leaving Kudos! Y'all are great! <3

Chapter 3: Tears of Sadness and Tears of Joy

A/N: sorry i haven't updated in two months, school has been kicking my ass lately. i'll try to be more consistent with my updates from now on.

Shouto will be honest, he wasn’t expecting to bump into anyone he knew while he was running away from the hell hole he called home, let alone his eldest brother. But, well, there they were, staring at each other on the sidewalk outside of a cafe in Tokyo.

His hair was still red, and he had fewer skin grafts, only ones on his arms and legs; none on his face, neck, or chest.

Touya wasn’t a villain yet. A criminal, maybe, but not a villain.

“Shouto. Long time no see,” Touya said casually.

“Come with me, Touya.” Shouto grabbed his wrist and led him the few blocks to the train station. It wouldn’t be good to miss his train because he was talking to his brother who he hadn’t seen outside of the League of Villains since he was four.

“So, why’d you drag me all the way over here?”

“My train is the next one. Can’t miss it.” Shouto said, “Are you staying anywhere?”

“Whaddya mean? Of course I-”

“With four walls, a floor, and a ceiling? Not in a cardboard box?” Shouto questioned intensely.

Touya sighed, “Saw right through me, didn’t ya? Yeah, I’m living in a box, but it’s away from him, so what does it matter?”

“It matters to me, you imbecile.” Shouto smacked his arm, “I’m going to be staying with a friend, and you’re coming with me.”

“No, I can’t-”

“Why not?” Shouto tilted his head, “He’d house the entirety of the homeless population in Japan if he had enough space.”

“Fine, but stop giving me that innocent look. Go and gloat in victory or something.” Touya said just as the train pulled into the station.

They both got on and started heading for Musutafu.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Toshinori, Izuku, Katsuki, and Eri were all in Mirai’s office in his agency. They were surrounded by All Might merch, including several limited edition All Might posters that Izuku and Katsuki would have killed to have when they were teens. Mirai himself was the only one not sopping wet. He didn’t seem surprised.

“First of all, why is there a four year old who talks like she’s a teenager?” Mirai questioned the group as a whole.

“Oi! Offence has been taken, good sir!” Eri said in a fake posh accent. Izuku and Katsuki sniggered behind closed fists.

“Second, why are you on a first name basis with two middle schoolers?”

“HEY! How DARE you call me a middle schooler! Do you know who I fucking am!? I’m Ground Zero! You know!? Number two hero before the world went to shit!?” Katsuki ranted. It looked like Mirai’s eyes were going to fall right out of his head from the force he was using to roll them.

“Long story short,” Izuku said over Katsuki’s ranting, “Japan was taken over by villains, and we just kinda… eventually dropped the formalities, I guess.” Katsuki must have realized that no one was listening to him, and shut up.

“Third, what’s with all this talk of the villains taking over and the world falling apart?”

“Well,” Toshinori rubbed the back of his neck, “we’re from an alternate timeline where villains took over and the only ones left were Izuku, Katsuki, Eri, Hitoshi, Shouto, Mirio, Shouta, and I.” He looked to Eri for confirmation and she nodded. “Young Eri used the combined force of her quirk and One For All to send all eight of us back with all our memories intact.”

“You passed on your quirk to her?” Mirai asked.

“No, I passed it on to Izuku, who passed it on to Eri.” Toshinori corrected. “Speaking of, are you catching up on your training, Young Izuku?”

“Well, I’m trying! You try cleaning up that dump of a beach!” Izuku yelled.

“I do have One For All right now, kid. I could clean up that beach in a week,” Toshinori retorted.

“With 3 hours a day? I don’t think so,” Izuku said smugly.

“It’s actually four and a half hours right now.”

“So? Does an hour and a half really make a difference?” Mirai cleared his throat to make his presence known.

“Anyway, who are those other four people you mentioned traveled back with you?”

“Shouta is the underground hero Eraserhead, Mirio is a first year at UA who goes by the hero name Lemillion, Shouto is Endeavor’s youngest son who goes by the hero name Freezer Burn, and Hitoshi is Shouta and Present Mic’s adopted son who goes by the name Mind Blank,” Toshinori explained.

“I see.” Mirai pushed his glasses up his nose and hummed thoughtfully. “Well I assume you don’t want the same fate that befell your universe to happen to this one, correct?”

“Duh,” Eri said, “What kinda stupid ass question is that?”

“Eri!” Izuku gasped playfully, “Language!”

“Yeah, watch your fucking language, you little twerp.”

“Kacchan!” Izuku gasped again, then burst out in a fit of giggles. Eri soon followed, with Katsuki just smirking. Mirai rolled his eyes while Toshinori smiled at his kids.

“But in all seriousness, that world was hell. I’d rather jump into a volcano than go through that shit again.” Eri shivered at the mere thought. “At least if I did that, I’d have a relatively quick death.”

They sat in an awkward silence, the mood suddenly somber. Eri thought of the time the villains had kidnapped her when they first took over. Before Kota died. They had tortured her for days on end, she only barely escaped when they realized the quirk-erasing drug made from her own flesh and blood had no effect on her. They had turned tail and ran as soon as she broke free. The idiots who were arrogant enough to think they could stop her soon realized their mistake.

Not that they had a chance to regret it.

“H-hey. Uh, it’s- it’s getting pretty late,” stuttered Izuku. He was right, the clock read 4:15. If they stayed any longer, Inko and Mitsuki would probably get worried.

Toshinori rose from his seat, “Alright, I better make sure these three make it home safely.” The others followed his lead.

“Aright. See you around, Toshi.”

“You too, Mirai.” Toshinori pushed the door open, letting the kids pass through the door first before following and shutting it with a small click.

They took the first available train back to Musutafu. The silence between them wasn’t pierced until they said goodbye to Katsuki when he split off from the group to go back to his house. There were unshed tears in his eyes. No one dared mention it.

Once they arrived on the Midoriya’s doorstep, Toshinori bid his farewells and trudged back to his own apartment. Izuku took Eri’s hand and knocked on the door.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Are you one hundred percent sure that it’s ok for me to stay with you?“ Touya asked as they walked up the stairs to Inko and Izuku’s apartment.

“For the millionth time, yes I’m sure!” Shouto sighed, exasperated. He had been assuring his brother of the same thing since they had gotten off the train, but he still seems to think he won’t be accepted. The idiot.

A few seconds later, the familiar door of Izuku’s apartment came into view, and Touya had slown to a snail’s pace. Left with no other choice, Shouto grabbed his arm before he could stop entirely and pulled Touya by the wrist and held him in place while he knocked on the door.

A few moments later, it swung open to reveal Izuku with red rimmed eyes and a huge smile on his face.

“Shouto! What are you doing here?” his face scrunched up in confusion before realization dawned in his eyes. “Oh. Come in, are you hurt at all?” His eyes flicked up to Touya, most likely trying to gauge if he’d seen him before. “And who’s this?”

“My brother, Touya. Can we come in?”

“Of course! I’m sure Mom won’t mind making a bit more food.” Izuku ushered them inside and shut and locked the door behind them.

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