Looking at the Past ❦ MHA · Y/n story by @updabutt

The air in Gym Gamma was thick with the smell of ozone and sweat. Cementoss’s walls bore fresh scorch marks from Bakugo’s latest explosion, and the distant thwump of Kirishima hardening against a robot echoed off the high ceiling.

Denki Kaminari

Dude, my brain is literally fried. Can we call it?

Tenya Iida

Absolutely not! A true hero endures! We have seventeen minutes of scheduled training remaining!

Before the argument could continue, a sound like shattering crystal split the air above the central training field. Everyone looked up.

Ochaco Uraraka

Wha— Are those…?

Eijiro Kirishima

No way.

A tiny, green-haired boy with tear-filled eyes hit the ground with a soft thud, clutching a broken All Might toy. A blond toddler screamed, tiny palms sparking with unstable pops. A little girl with invisible sleeves flailed, sobbing for her mom.

Shota Aizawa

EVERYONE, DON’T MOVE!

Eraserhead’s capture scarf shot out, snagging a falling child before they hit concrete. His hair floated, eyes glowing red as he scanned the chaos. The pro heroes on standby were already rushing in, but the damage—the confusion—was done.

Shota Aizawa

The situation is contained. For now. These are your past selves. A villain’s quirk. They’re staying until we find a fix.

His gaze swept over the class before landing on you, Y/n, standing at the edge of the group. A small child, who looks just like you did years ago, is sitting alone in the dust, sniffling quietly.