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The first time it happens, Izuku is hunched over on his desk, happily writing notes on his book. So, when a portal opens out of nowhere, a figure being spit out of it before it closes, he can’t do anything else but shriek.

Cut him a break, it was a manly shriek.

“Oh,” the figure says. Staring at Izuku with the barest hint of surprise. His eyes trace around the room, then land on Izuku again. The slight surprise is quickly replaced by inconvenienced boredom. “Look kid, I won’t kill you. So just shut up until I leave.”

Izuku doesn’t know how, but he nods. The man sighs, mumbling about his fucking life and sits at the edge of Izuku’s bed.

Izuku’s still sitting on his desk, at the verge of peeing himself, because fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

He knows him. He knows that guy. He’s seen the camera footage from the training camp enough times to know who that guy is. That’s the guy Mr. Aizawa fought. The one with the blue flames. Izuku had made a page for him in his notebook, he’d made speculations on his skills, purposes. Blue flames meant his fire could burn with a temperature of over 2300°F. His quirk was basically cremation.

Izuku gulped. He had to do something. Run. Fight. Tell a teacher.

He was in danger.

“You’re thinking too loud. Don’t. I’ll kill you before you step a foot out of this room,” the guy closed his eyes, laying back on his arms. “I won’t do anything. So just shut up until I leave.”

And that’s what Izuku did.

Those were the longest twenty minutes of his life.

True to his word, the guy simply sat on Izuku’s bed, eyes closed, until the portal appeared again. He breathed out a “fucking finally” before looking at Izuku as one would look at trash and stepping through it.

When he was gone, it was as though nothing happened.

Izuku’s room was quiet, as it’d been for the past twenty minutes. And the poor boy managed to get out  “a villain just… sat on my bed” before promptly fainting.

It was a manly kind of faint.

 


 

The second time it happens, it's two weeks after. Izuku is watching a movie on his phone. He has headphones on, so he can’t hear it when a portal opens and a villain is spit out of it.

The villain in question sighs at seeing where he’s been unwillingly transported to again. Allmight’s eyes bore holes into him from every angle.

Fucking creepy.

The kid is laying on his bed, his hands holding his phone as he watches… Spirited Away. It crosses the man’s mind, not for the first time, that he could kill him right there. Tomura seems to want the green haired menace dead, that’s for sure. But he doesn't really care about what Tomura wants, really. Instead, the man leans in by the boy’s shoulder, trying to see the screen better. The boy doesn’t seem to notice, he’s too busy mumbling, his brows furrowed. 

“… I mean, if the giant baby represents those people who never grow up, what does Haku represent in relation to Chihiro? It’s not like he—”

“Her childhood”

Izuku shakes his head, still intently looking at the screen. “That’s too easy”

“Doesn’t mean it’s wrong”

“Maybe, but— Eek!”

Izuku jumps so hard he falls off the mattress, the phone sent flying to the other side of the room. The man closes his eyes, a pinky going into his left ear.

“You’re a loud one, aren’t you?”

From the floor, Izuku gapes at him. His mouth opens, then closes. Then opens again. The man studies him as he sits on the bed, unamused. “I can still kill you. So don’t be stupid and scream.”

Izuku closes his mouth.

The scarred man looks around the room, just like he did the first time. But this time, he seems to be looking for something. “You haven’t told anyone,” and now he looks… mildly interested. Izuku would even call it calmly surprised. No, he takes that back, the man looks disgusted.

“Idiot.”

Now, because Izuku is an idiot, he finds himself saying.

“Y-you d-didn’t harm anyone. So I just found it fair—”

“To not say anything and potentially endanger your entire school. Yeah, I’ve noticed.”

“You don’t look like the type”

As soon as the words are out, Izuku claps a hand over his mouth. Fuck. The fuck was that about. Underestimating villains. Not cool.

“No! I-I mean you look like y-you would totally kill me. A-and torture me. And stuff. B-but not like you would… like, burn down the entire school. Y-you seem to have an agenda. You seem to think before acting. And you coming here seems to be by accident. It looks like you haven’t told anyone else you’re being sent here. S-so I-I thought that it would be wisest t-to act as though nothing happened. Instead of making everyone panic about something they can’t control. Because the quirk that keeps sending you here seems to be very powerful and—”

Izuku is cut off by a blue flame being lit on the guy’s palm, and an icy glare that could kill pinning him in place. “Shut up or I’ll burn your face off.”

“Okay,” Izuku had never given a response so fast in his life.

They stay like that for a while, then Izuku stands up, his legs shaking.

“What are you doing?” The man asks him. Izuku tries to not look at him, because he has a feeling he’s going to faint if he does.

“I’m… g-going to sit on my desk”

“Don’t try anything”

“Okay,” comes the bleak, fast as lightning reply.

The rest of the time is spent just like the first, Izuku sitting on his desk, trying not to pee himself. The man sitting on Izuku’s bed, eyes closed. When the portal appears again, Izuku feels like an eternity has passed.

“It is her childhood though,” the man says, stopping just one step away from the portal. He doesn’t turn around as he speaks. “It seems like she forgot it. But she never really did. Because it’s part of who she is. Same reason she recognizes who her parents are at the end,” and then he’s gone.

This time, Izuku doesn’t faint.

He does, however, fall to his knees out of the chair.