Darkness had weight.
It wasn't sleep.
Sleep had warmth, a rhythm, a pulse.
This was the absence of such things. A cold, vast stillness where even time dared not breathe.
Izuku Midoriya opened his eyes—and the world did not return.
There was no hospital ceiling. No fluorescent lights. No bed beneath him.
He stood, or floated, or existed within a void made of black glass and whispers.
A place where echoes came before the sound.
And something was watching.
It emerged like a smudge on reality, stretching into existence from behind a curtain that wasn't there. Seven feet tall.
No face, no mouth. Skin so dark it absorbed light, yet shimmered like tar under moonlight.
Its limbs were too long. Its arms hung past its knees. Its head was a smooth oval, neck bent slightly to one side like it was listening to something no one else could hear. Its presence didn't belong in any era, any dream, or any god's design.
It was humanoid only in shape.
Izuku tried to speak in vain, he had no vocal cords.
"I am not from here, Grime soul," it said. The voice didn't enter his ears—it appeared in his mind. Like someone whispering directly into thought. Male and female, young and ancient, broken and serene, the being didn't have a mouth to begin with.
"I am from the last tomorrow."
Izuku backed away. Or tried to. The ground didn't exist. There was no up, no down, only proximity.
"You are not dreaming," it continued, its arms slowly unfolding, motion impossibly smooth. "This is a space born from rewind trauma and soul resonance. A crack between cause and effect. You slipped through… and I reached in."
"What are you?" Izuku's voice felt stolen from his chest, like it had to fight to be heard, he could only talk when the being allowed it.
"I am warning. I am memory. I am the price you haven't been told. I'm... "
"The System."
[The System.]
Izuku stood still in a stupefied shock.
"Wha—"
The blackness around them stirred. It wasn't just empty. It was alive. Like ink in water, it twisted and peeled open into moving windows—visions not of what was, but what would be.
The future.
A child cried—his first scream imploded a city.
A woman floated through a broken sky, her blood orbiting her like red moons, her body cracking from the gravity of her own quirk.
A boy—blonde hair like Bakugo—his skin shedding sparks with each breath, his heartbeat counting down to detonation.
"Quirks," the being whispered. "Are reaching their peak. Soon, they will begin to devour the minds that host them. Then the flesh. Then the earth."
"Why show me this?" Izuku's voice trembled. "Why me?"
"You rewinded fate. You unstitched time and put it back wrong. You single-handedly created a parallel universe with your actions."
A new vision bloomed. Eri. Much older, around 120 years in the future, looking like Recovery Girl. Her horn distorted and cracking. Using Rewind on a hospital filled with screaming patients—bones unbreaking, then breaking again as their quirks spiraled out of control.
"She tried to fix it. But she was born too early… and died too late."
Izuku's throat burned. "What am I supposed to do? What can I do? I'm just a normal guy!"
It tilted its head the other way, its neck cracking faintly.
"You must plant a lighthouse in the storm."
The vision cracked, revealing an older Izuku Midoriya, at the age of 134 yet looking in his 60s.
"You tried your best but it was too late."
Izuku blinked.
"That's... Me?"
"Correct."The being drawled." My name is Shiro, I'm the creation of your granddaughter, a being you know as a Nomu."
"Granddaughter?! Nomu?!!! Is my future kin full of creepy scientists?" he asked in disbelief.
"No..." Shiro waved its hand, moving to a different scene. "Now... You shall know how the world came to an end. Allow me to show you... The last supper."
===
"Why won't he wake up…?"
Her voice was barely more than a whisper, a gentle tremble shaped by worry and sleepless nights. Inko Midoriya, now with the glow and grace of a woman in her twenties, stood by the hospital bed, fingers curled against her chest as though praying in silence. The faint moonlight painted soft halos on her hair, and the sterile white of the room felt colder for it.
Beside her stood Toshinori Yagi—All Might—no longer the withered remnant of a legend, but a man restored. His back was straight, his silhouette proud, golden hair catching the ceiling light like a crown of fire. A living contradiction: the man who'd given everything… had somehow gotten a second chance.
His gaze didn't leave the boy—no, the young man—lying motionless in the bed. Izuku's chest rose and fell in calm rhythm. Peaceful. Unreachable.
Two days. No sign of consciousness. No dreams reported by machines scanning brainwaves. Just… stillness.
Nezu had run tests, of course. Detailed bio-scans, bloodwork, cellular age analysis. The result had baffled even the rodent genius: Izuku's body had simply reverted six days back. No more. Yet something was keeping him under, suspended like a soul floating between storms.
Toshinori's eyes flicked briefly to the woman beside him, her youthful form cloaked in maternal fear. Inko had aged backward too—14 years, to be exact. Skin clearer, posture straighter, a grace in her frame he hadn't seen since before Izuku was born.
It was surreal.
A helpless mother reborn, holding vigil over a son who'd moved heaven itself to give her back the years she'd spent worrying over him.
Yagi broke the silence. "He'll be alright. He's tougher than all of us combined." His voice carried strength again—rich, full. No rasp. No blood. Just certainty. "You know him. He never gives up… not even in sleep."
Inko turned her eyes up to him. Red-rimmed, glassy. She tried to smile, but it caught in her throat. "I know. I do. But I… I hate this part. The waiting."
A beat passed.
Followed by a blush.
Toshinori looked out the window, letting the quiet wrap around them like a blanket. The moon sat low, clouds moving slow across the sky like tired giants.
And then, as if against his will, he thought:
'She's so cute like this… Damn it.'
He coughed and focused on the city lights instead.
Behind them, the hospital still buzzed with rumors.
Recovery Girl had reverted nearly a decade—her hands steadier now, steps less careful. She'd muttered something about giving "young nurses a run for their money" and then promptly dozed off in her recliner with a comic book over her face.
Aizawa had gone back six years. Still grumpy. Still cynical. But there was a softness to his glare now, as though six fewer years of exhaustion had returned a sliver of hope.
Toshinori had heard a whisper from Midnight—he'd actually talked to a woman at the convenience store. Bought coffee for two.
He smiled at the thought.
Sir Nighteye had arrived not long after the miracle. No cold stares, no formality—just a nod, a hand extended, and a quiet, "Looks like I was wrong. I'm glad I was."
They'd talked for hours about old missions and silly mistakes. Laughed about things that, back then, felt like life and death.
Because the future had changed.
All Might should have died. Torn to pieces by All For One in a battle that would've turned the country to ash.
But that destiny had been rewritten.
By Izuku Midoriya.
Like puppet master twisting destiny to his will, Izuku changed the future and defied the will of the universe.
And now, the one who'd undone fate lay suspended in stillness, unreachable by medicine or miracle. No wounds. No damage. Just… gone from their touch.
"He's resting," Toshinori finally murmured, more to himself than her. "Maybe the soul needs time to catch up… after what he did."
Inko wiped her eyes with a sleeve and looked down at her son. His hands were back after the fight. Bandages decorated his arms, though most wounds had vanished. His lips barely parted with breath.
She reached forward, brushed his hair back with a gentle hand.
"Izuku… it's okay to come back now."
The silence that followed was deafening.
But behind his closed eyes, in a place no machine could reach, Izuku Midoriya was seeing a future none of them could imagine.
===
Standing in front of him, a barren wasteland of fertile soil and destroyed futuristic architecture.
Everything looks abandoned, as if something forced everyone to evacuate as fast as possible.
"This..."
"The beggening of the end, 121 years from now, a child with the power of nuclear fissure was born," Shiro telepathically answered.
The same child, now an adult, roamed the streets aimlessly like a lost dog.
"Quirks are a phenomenon beyond my comprehension, I've learned all of human knowledge throughout my 3000 years of existence yet I couldn't understand them."
"You're 3000 years old? No wonder you look like an eldritch entity..."
The being "Looked" at Izuku. "... I've been around since the death of you, I'm a Nomu created from your carcass."
"... What?"
"You died in a battle against a subspecies of organic life, a species that possessed the gift of Quirk"
"Wait, wait, wait!" Izuku interrupted. "What species? Only humans and some animals have quirks, right?"
The being waved its long hand, shifting to a new scene.
"82 years from now, humans will discover that plants have the ability to posses quirks as well, everything in this planet will possess a Quirk."
"... No..."
"It is exactly how you thought just now, the plants began expanding rapidly and with the collapse of society they took control over everything, animals became powerful beasts that required the elite forces of each nation to eliminate and the environment became lethal for an average human being like you."
Izuku sat down, feeling exhausted from the input of this information.
" We're so fucked... "
The being stood beside him, staring aimlessly for a long time until Izuku regained his composure.
" How did it spread to plants?"
" DNA, it exists in every living being, including plant-life. Humans were infected with Quirk first then their DNA reached animals then plants after dumping their waste into the ocean for many years..."
"... How did the world end? Didn't we have a countermeasure or something? You're telling me that a version of me that lived that long couldn't stop this with all his powerful strength?"
"You were... I was was the last line of defense, from the extracted memories that I posses, I didn't want to fight anymore but I had to."
The scene shifted, showing a powerful old man against a living tree the size of an Island.
"Plants began getting infected from humans as they were mixed with their DNA, it began with a simple mushroom called Cordyceps."
"That...!!"
"Yes, the mushroom that infected its victim into spreading their seeds like a zombie, this mushroom gained the Quirk, HeatResistance and this quirk allowed its pores to infect humans."
"Oh no.... Oh no, no, no, nooo... "
"It destroyed half of Europe in a zombie pandemic that was barely contained, Europe became a wasteland."
"..."
"However... It was only the beginning. Plants all around the world became stronger with bizarre abilities, rosses emitted poisonous gas, oranges melted your intestines, grass became blades of iron explosive pins and—"
"Enough. I get it, Quirks fucked everything up in the ecosystem, we became the last in the food chain."
Izuku rubbed his eyes.
"Show me my death."
"... Are you certain? It is rather graphic.."
"Do it."
The scene shifted, showing a man laughing maniacally as bugs tore him apart, applying all sort of bizarre Quirks onto his body.
"..."
"Bugs also mutated."
"No shit!" Izuku stood up, upset by the sight.
"How the fuck did I lose to them? I have a Quirk that can nuke an entire fucking country!"
"Some bugs had paralyzing Quirks, some possessed Quirk suppression Quirks and some directly negated them. Power is not everything."
"... Say, how many humans managed to survive in this new world?"
"None. They went extinct 12 years after you died. I roamed the earth as the last hope of humanity, a message of hope from your granddaughter to find a Quirk capable of returning through time and resetting everything."
".. I can see that you succeeded."
" I did not. We're simply connected through my Dreamscape Quirk. It allowed me to connect to figures I had physical contact with during their sleep. You are me so I managed to contact you from the future."
"Dreamscape allowed you to traverse between time itself??"
"Correct, it is a Quirk I stole from a hypotic plant."
"Stole...? I... What? I can't steal Quirks so how did you do it?"
"You can steal Quirks after half a year from now."
"Don't tell me..."
"Yes. You killed All for One and stole his Quirk."
"..."
Izuku paused for a long time.
He somewhat expected his greed for power to prevail but never did he expect taking such an accursed quirk from such a vile person.
Did he, Izuku Midoriya, became the new One for All?
"And you're my system thingy? That thing that gives shitty abilities?"
"... I gave them to you in a calculated manner, it was to not alter the timeline too much, I simply tried to get on your good side to ask a favor."
"Save the world, blah, blah, blah, you're our last hope blah, blah, blah.."
"... Correct. I have looked into my memories for countless years trying to figure out a method of preventing all of this... And I found one solution."
"... Me?"
"Yes and no. You're a tool for such but not directly you, a being possessing the power to alter reality, a woman named CathleenBate."
"That girl who can apply rules into stuff? How can she save the timeline? She barely posses enough power to alter a city!"
"..."
"... No..."
"Exactly. You'll have to steal her Quirk and apply a rule onto creation itself, a rule that negates the existence of Quirks."
".... Fuck..."
Izuku collapsed in mental anguish.
"You're telling me... I have to steal AFO's Quirk then steal Star and Stripes to mix it with OFA and destroy all of Quirks forever? Are you seriously asking me to go to war against the United States of America?!"
"It is the only way, you must prevent a disaster soon to come, you have little time left."
"... How the fuck did I even stay alive all that long into the future? What am I, an immortal?"
"We stole all of AFO's Quirks, including LifeForce, an ability that doubled your lifespan."
"What a shit decision," Izuku rubbed his eyebrows, frustrated with his future self and mildly disappointed.
'Greedy bastard.'
He stared at the image befor him, a woman in her late 40's desperately operating on an artificial corpse, she had a beautiful long brown hair and a frame of an office worker.
".. That's my granddaughter?"
" Yes... Our granddaughter tried to bring us back to life but ultimately failed so she created me, a Nomu as a form of coping and a last desperate attempt to fix everything."
"... Poor kid. She did create a pretty smart Nomu though."
The scene shifted, showing her horrific death at the hands of a giant poison-breathing lion, she fought it until it died and she succumbed to her injuries after it.
"... She's a tough one."
"We gave her our Quirks, yes. Ultimately, it wasn't enough..."
The being "looked" at its hand.
"I returned back to her and stole her Quirks from her dead body, directly after my awakening..." it said with a shaky voice.
"... I can see that you posses some humanity left in you."
"... You must prevent the future."
"... Like I have a fucking choice, of course I will."
"Excellent. Here, a tool for you to use."
"This...?"
"Power III, with this you should be capable of unleashing all of OFA."
"... Say, all the abilities, their names and everything I gained was somewhat related to my original world before I reincarnated here, how did you manage to gain some tools like Playful Cloud? Or Mr. 2's devil fruit?"
"All of them are Quirks or tools mixed with a Quirk, nothing too complicated for my brain to create."
"... But... If they were a Quirk, why didn't they disappear when Aizawa looked at me and tried to suppress them?"
"There are hundreds of ways that I can stop the Quirk, Erasure. I simply negated its negation."
"..."
Izuku pondered for a lomg minute.
"If... You were a future me and you are trying to alter thr future... Shouldn't you not be here if I chsnged the future? How are you existing now???"
"I'm from an alternative reality, even if you change the future my reality will still remain, I'm simply trying to save you."
"... Thanks.."
"Goodbye, young self."
The world began to crack and Izuku fell into the void.
===
The hospital room buzzed gently with life. Izuku sat upright, his body lighter—reborn. The weight of wounds long gone, memories fresh and raw behind his eyes.
Recovery Girl gave him a lecture wrapped in love. Inko wept into his chest. All Might ruffled his hair like a father who'd nearly lost a son. Even Aizawa showed a flicker of emotion beneath that tired stare, his stance relaxing.
It took him a while to adjust to their new younger looks, especially Recovery Girl as she changed the most in them, her entire skeletal structure changed as she turned from an old grandmother to a youn grandmother, Izuku could only imagine how good she looked in her young years.
He wasn't just their student anymore.
He was the miracle boy.
The one who pulled legends back from death.
Laughter bloomed like springtime across the recovery wing. Bakugo dropped by just to call him a nerd and punch his arm—hard enough to bruise, soft enough to say I'm glad you're alive. Kaminari brought snacks. Mina cried. Even Shoto, stoic as stone, left behind a small bonsai with a ribbon that read: "Thank you for saving everyone."
Afternoon passed like a warm daydream. Celebration hummed through the halls, and one by one, the lights went dim, and sleep took them.
But not Izuku.
He waited, eyes wide in the dark, pretending to doze beneath warm sheets. The moment Iida slumped in the chair beside his bed, breathing heavy with peace, Izuku's fingers gently brushed his hand.
A whisper of green energy danced between them.
It only took a moment.
Muscle data. Bone pattern. Neural pathways. Form copied, skin deep. Voice, height, gait—all accounted for.
"I'll help you, friend."
He stole his ID card.
Izuku slipped from the bed, donned a coat left folded over a visitor chair, and walked into the night.
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Tensei Iida—the elder Ingenium—lay paralyzed in a private hospital room across town. Quiet. Forgotten by the noise of the city.
Izuku entered unannounced, carrying the ID card of Iida, stolen from his clothes, using it to open the door.
He did an eye scan and entered.
Izuku stood at the edge of the bed, face hidden beneath a low hoodie, hands gloved in gray. Tensei stirred only slightly, eyes flickering with confusion.
"Who—?"
A touch of fingers to lips. "Shh. I'm here to help."
He used SleepingGas on him.
"I... ida...?" he passed out.
From his coat, Izuku pulled a small syringe. Inside—red liquid, glowing faintly. The shimmer of something unnatural beneath the surface.
A healingvial, one of the few left he owned. Stored into a syringe.
He uncapped it. Injected it into the feeder tube with hands that did not tremble.
And then, before alarms could echo or questions be asked—he was gone in less than a second.
Hours later, doctors arrived to perform a routine check.
They found Tensei Iida sitting upright.
Moving his fingers.
Breathing without aid.
Whole.
The tests showed no Quirk activation, no divine miracle. Only strange data: a substance that had already dissolved—something close to blood, closer to ink, filled with microscopic machines moving with surgical precision.
The news broke by morning. Ingenium lives again.
Iida was overjoyed, celebrating with everyone around him, tears streaming down his face like a waterfall.
Everyone celebrated with him.
But Izuku Midoriya was no longer in the hospital.
The cameras caught a blurry figure leaving through the side entrance at 3:47 a.m.—unidentifiable, untraceable.
At 4:01, Izuku entered to where Eri was sleeping and used his Quirk, MemoryManipulation to extract her memories of all the pain she endured, injecting her with happy fabricated moments with Aizawa and his family.
"... There goes one year of my life..."
The power was too strong, his body simply couldn't handle it so a heavy price was paid.
'Worth it.'
"Indeed, Nana-san."
Izuku kissed her forehead, noticing a faint peaceful smile on her lips.
"... Sweet dreams, Eri. Big brother will be back soon."
He vanished into the city. Discarded the borrowed form. Changed faces twice in the alleys of Hosu. And by sunrise…
He stood before a ruined bar hidden beneath Shigaraki's hideous hideout.
A new face. A new name. A new purpose.
He approached Tenko, wearing a yellow jumpsuit.
The opposite color of green.
Shigaraki stared at him, one hand twitching.
"You… look familiar."
"It's me, Izuku."
"... Izuku-chan? Did you change form or something? Are we in a Genjutsu again?" he asked, perplexed.
"Drop the nickname, I'll join in with you from now on, let's work together."
Izuku smiled faintly, lips hidden beneath a hood.
It was all according to plan.
He needed to get close with a person in the league of villains, the only person that can help him steal AFO's Quirk.
"I'm just a ghost," he whispered. "Call me Ghost from now on, my Quirk? Dark Tentacle, pleased to meet you, boss."
"... Heh, wanna drink?"
"... Fuck it, yeah, I need one."
"Hahahahah!"
And so, Izuku and Tenko Shimura joined teams shaping everything into a necessary evil.
"So... Wanna play lol?" Tenko smiled with wide teeth.
"..."
Unwillingly so.
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[Yes, this is the last chapter in volume 2 of this story, the end will be at volume 3 where Izuku will go against the entire world to save it. Next volume will take a long time as I have health complications that slowed me down noticeably, I hope you will tune in to the finale volume of MHA:More! Coming in a few months max!]