Chapter Text
Aizawa woke with a start.
The feeling of wrongness came to him immediately, the lack of sleeping bag around his body being enough to tell him that at once.
He sprang up, his eyes fighting hard to adjust to the sheer darkness surrounding him.
Aizawa had woken up that morning in his apartment, and had gone to U.A. to teach class as usual. He had given a new pop quiz for his students, reiterating on the importance of said quiz before falling asleep in his signature yellow sleeping bag.
That however, had not been where he had woken up.
As Aizawa activated his quirk, the bright flash of red from his eyes as Erasure took effect, his brain only took a split second to notice that he was alone in this dark room.
Eyes narrowing, he deactivated his quirk. He reached inside a pocket and pulled out his phone.
The beam of the phone’s flashlight lit up the rest of the room with its rebounding light.
Aizawa took in his surroundings, logging the details in his head.
He was in a dark square room, dimly illuminated by his phone, styled in the traditional japanese fashion. The futon he had presumably been lying on before waking up was slightly disheveled, placed in the center of the room with a short and flat side table beside it.
Aizawa took in the smaller details of the room, taking in the tall drawers and single desk in front of the only walls not decorated with murals.
These paintings were of intricate mountain sceneries, painted using connected brushstrokes of dark, rich blue.
Aside from the few furniture that Aizawa could see, there was nothing else in the room except for him. He looked around himself once more, and spotted the wall facing him.
Hoping his suspicions were correct, Aizawa walked forward, placed his hand on the wall, pressed it firmly against it and moved it to the side.
The sliding doors opened soundlessly.
Aizawa peaked behind the doors warily, scanning the dimly lit hallway.
A fast pitter patter behind him on the bamboo floors set the pro-hero on high alert as he whipped his head around, hand in his capture cloth.
“Sensei! You’re here, thank god—woah!”
With a loud snap and flick, Aizawa’s capture scarf flew through the air and snapped onto the approaching figure’s leg, and with a jerk of his arm he set the oncomer onto their back as he yanked the scarf over his shoulder.
But as soon as the moment began, it was over. Aizawa blinked, and his Erasure deactivated once more.
“Kaminari?” Aizawa said, aghast.
Kaminari lay there, one foot up in the air and lying flat on his back, the capture weapon wrapped around his lower leg, staring up at Aizawa reproachfully.
“Ow! Sensei, it’s me! What was that for…” Kaminari groaned, rubbing the back of his head as Aizawa loosened the hold on his leg.
“Kaminari, it’s good for me to see that you’re not a villain like I thought.” Aizawa said dryly, watching as the yellow headed boy got up from the floor as he himself stepped fully into the hall.
“And for the record, I am sorry you hurt your head, but running full speed at someone isn’t quite what I’d like to see when waking up in a strange place like this.”
Kaminari dusted himself, nodding sheepishly at Aizawa’s words as he stood beside his teacher.
Surveying the hallway once more, Aizawa asked his student; “Have you noticed if any of your classmates are here too?”
Because if I know anything, he thought sourly, it’s that these damn problem children will somehow find themselves in any sort of mess no matter what I do.
“Yeah, I just left them.” Kaminari said, massaging the back of his neck.
“Me, Mina, Asui and Shoji all woke up in a room together, when we’re all sure that we were taking that pop quiz you were having us do at class.” He explained.
“We looked around for a bit before deciding it would be good to split up, so me and Mina decided to go look around while Asui and Shoji tried to contact the others and you.”
Kaminari patted his pocket absentmindedly as he continued, “But I somehow got separated from Mina when we entered another room, a little farther away from the one we woke up in I think. I tried looking for her and maybe even the others, but no luck. I just kept entering different doors and hallways until I entered this one and found you!”
Kaminari grinned up at Aizawa.
“Soooo does this mean we don’t have to do that quiz anymore Sensei?”
“No.”
Aizawa turned and began walking down the hallway that Kaminari was facing.
“We’re gonna be continuing that quiz as soon as we have rounded up your classmates and gone back to U.A.”
Kaminari despaired dramatically for a moment, then hurried to follow him.
The hallway that Shouta had exited his room from had several similar looking doors, and as they both found out only a select few of them were unlocked. The others were tightly locked from the inside, and as they were all sliding doors, they couldn’t pick them.
As they walked, Aizawa took out his phone to try and contact someone (really anyone who probably wasn’t in this maze of hallways and doors with them) when he found that his phone had no signal. Kaminari also stated the he and the others found that they didn’t have signal when they first woke up either.
The two of them walked down the endless hall for almost ten minutes before they came across any special looking doors.
Aizawa paused as he saw the new door, stopping Kaminari with his arm as he stared at it.
Unlike the other ones, this one was a simple one-way swing door, made of light colored wood and fixed with silver hinges. It had a silvery metallic handle, which was rattling violently, the sound echoing through the silent hallway as though it were a metal gong.
Aizawa and Kaminari eyed the door pensively as the rattling grew more aggressive, and voices began seeping through the cracks underneath.
Aizawa tugged on his capture weapon, gesturing at Kaminari behind him to get ready. Kaminari whimpered softly, but did to ready his quirk as the door began to shudder with bangs from the other side.
Thunk. Thunk.
BANG.
The door flew off its hinges, smacking into the opposite wall and shattering instantly, wood pieces flying as a loud explosion shook the nearby areas.
“Die bastard!”
Aizawa almost cried out in exasperation as he saw who it was, but restrained himself as Kaminari yelped at the sudden voice.
Bakugou flew from the gaping entrance of the room, bouncing off the opposite wall and screaming bloody murder. Kaminari screamed too, from shock or delight or some unknown emotion Aizawa did not know.
Aizawa did know, however, that Bakugou’s hands were sparking dangerously as he cried out.
The sparks were gone as soon as he noticed them.
Bakugou landed on the floor, bent low as he raised his head to look up at Aizawa and Kaminari.
“Oh it’s you Sensei.” He said.
Kaminari huffed behind Aizawa and shot at Bakugou, “Hey! I’m also here too, and you nearly blew me up Bakugou!”
“And Shitty Pikachu is here too.”
“Hey!”
“Enough.” Aizawa said, stepping towards Bakugou.
“Bakugou, do you have anyone else with you?” He asked the explosive blond.
“Yeah, the shitty Deku and Round Face is with me. Pretty sure Shitty Hair’s here too.”
A green and red head poked out from behind the door that Bakugou came through, both yelling; “Hello Sensei!”
“Kacchan!” Midoriya wailed, staring in horror at the smashed door, “You shouldn’t have done that! We don’t know who’s place this is, and you could get in so much trouble—“
“Shut it Nerd!” “Kacchan!”
“Sorry Aizawa-sensei.” Kirishima said sheepishly, gesturing at Bakugou.
“We tried to stop him, but you know Bakugou. Plus, we did try a bunch of different ways of getting out before Bakugou settled on just blowing it up.” He explained to Aizawa as Midoriya and Bakugou screamed at each other in front of the door.
Uraraka came out of the door as well, standing off to the side with Kaminari as she watched Midoriya and Bakugou go at each other, a sigh escaping her lips.
Aizawa could relate. And he deeply wanted to do the same.
He then spoke to all of his present students, “Now that we’ve at least found each other, I want to know your sides of the story before we try doing anything else.”
As he finished saying this, Aizawa saw as Midoriya started rambling about how they came there, and pointing a finger Aizawa said; “Kirishima, you tell me.”
The red-head then launched into a much shorter explanation of what had happened with their group.
Like Aizawa and Kaminari, the four had woken up in a foreign room during one point as they took their exam, and they all had no idea (Bakugou only begrudgingly agree to this) how they got here.
The only difference between their room and Aizawa’s however was the fact that when they discovered the door, it was locked shut. They had tried to open it in different ways as described before, and ultimately Bakugou decided to hit it with his explosions, afterwards reuniting Aizawa and Kaminari.
Aizawa considered this new factor silently as Midoriya began to mumble to himself about the possibilities on what this place was.
“Shut up Deku.” Bakugou growled.
“I say we just blow this hell joint up to get back to the outside.” He declared.
Before anyone else could cut in, Aizawa did.
“No, we can’t just explode our way out.” He said to his students’ confusion.
“When Bakugou blasted that door open, only the things attached to the door broke, but the wall itself isn’t the least bit harmed.” He pointing to the empty doorframe.
Aizawa gestured to the opposite wall, “And when the door hit the wall, not even a scratch appeared even when the door itself broke into bits.”
Uraraka’s eyes widened, as Midoriya look awed and mumbled to himself again.
“Then what should we do Sensei?” Kaminari asked desperately.
“As I’ve told you before Kaminari, it would be best to meet up with your classmates again so we can get back to U.A. and figure are where we are before then.” Aizawa replied.
His students all nodded, even Bakugou.
Aizawa stepped over the broken door pieces, and lead them all down the hall once more.
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Tokoyami was very sure that he had been taking a pop quiz that morning, but here he was anyway.
He had woken up in a dark room, and despite every other thought he could possibly and probably be having, the whats and hows and wheres, he instead thought; “Dark Shadow!”
But to his great surprise, Dark Shadow, despite being as freaked out as he was, acted pretty normally and as calmly as if they still in the well lit 1A classroom.
Tokoyami had soon discovered that three of his classmates were with him too, all of them jolting awake at his startled yell.
It was only he, Aoyama, Koda and Shinsou in that room he later discovered.
Right now they all stood in a huddle outside the room, the door fully slid open as they took in the long hallway they were all in. Everything in his hero training urged Tokoyami to be careful, and as much as he trusted his training, he also observed Dark Shadow.
Dark Shadow seemed much less stressed than the other four teen boys, and in Tokoyami’s head that could only mean that Dark Shadow felt safe in here despite everything.
Dark Shadow always had a sense of where was safe and where was not. They had seemed and felt so on-guard when the dorms system was implemented, guarding Tokoyami closely in the new environment.
But here, in a place Tokoyami was sure he had never been to, and one that he was certain Dark Shadow had been either, his quirk seemed right at ease with the place compared to the rest of them.
“I fear it would be unwise to prolong our stay here,” he said to the group.
“It would be in our best interests to find both our classmates and Aizawa-sensei before we encounter anything else.”
Koda and Aoyama both nodded, nervous but in agreement.
“Even if we encountered anything else, it really would be best if we prioritize finding Aizawa-sensei and just ignore trying to fight.” Shinsou said.
“But if we did manage to find information about this place, it wouldn’t be so bad either.”
Tokoyami nodded in agreement, before adding.
“It also would be best if we didn’t separate, even if we could cover more ground that way. There is no way of telling if we’d be able to find each other again.”
Aoyama twirled, his twinkle slightly dimmer than usual due to his nerves, as he said; “I agree with moí, Tokoyami-kun. Then, let us go our way!”
Koda hummed in agreement.
Tokoyami lead the other two beside Shinsou, as they all walked down the hall.
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To say that Inko was scared would be an understatement.
She was terrified.
She had woken up in a very strange place, when she was sure she had only just been doing dishes.
She had gotten out of the dark room by way of a sliding door that lead out into a well lit hallway that she definitely didn’t recognize.
Inko had spent a good ten to fifteen minutes just walking down this hallway, shivering from not cold but nerves as she toed her way down the bamboo floors.
She wondered inwardly to herself of the place, staring at the occasional door that she would pass.
At one point, Inko tried to tug at one of the doors to pry it open, only to find to her disappointment that it was locked from the inside.
So then she was reduced to just walking down the hallway, unsure of where else to go.
As she walked, Inko blinked.
A loud rush of wind overcame her ears and a gush of said thing blinded her.
She threw her arms in front of her face as the wind whipped a her hair, her frightened squeaks drowned out by the roaring air.
As soon as it began, it was over, and Inko peaked behind her hands at the source of the wind in front of her.
A large metal door, with a metallic looking handle bar, had appeared before her.
Inko stared, wide eyed, at the door for a few seconds.
She spotted a sign above it, emblazoned with golden words against a dark frame.
Squinting her eyes at it, she read; “Entrance to the Theater Room.”
Inko considered the sign for a moment longer.
Well, she thought, I certainly can’t stay here forever. And this is the only new thing I’ve encountered the whole time I’ve been here! I should just be brave like Izuku and just—
She reached out, and pushed the door open.
—go and do it!!
Inko stared at the dark room in front of her as the heavy door swung open.
She looked down and saw a bright blue light illuminating the floor in a line in front of her. Cautiously, she stepped inside. She walked slowly, watching where her feet were in the darkness, guided by the blue lines.
As soon as she stepped far away enough from the doorway, the metal door slammed shut with a bang and Inko jumped.
But as the door banged, what seemed to be half a dozen doors also banged. Inko shrieked as the blue lines disappeared, and a white flash took over her vision.
Her eyes burning, Inko blinked away the stars engraved in her vision, and stared open mouthed at the site in front of her.
She was standing on the ledge of a staircase, inside of a ginormous cinema. Or was it a theater room?
She gaped, and stared up at the high ceiling, where bright lights were hung to light up the entire area.
Inko looked back down, spotting several other doors opposite to hers and to the side, all of which were opened. She assumed that the combined shutting of all these doors had been the result of the loud bangs she had heard only a few minutes ago.
Around her, were over two dozen seats, all in rows of two and divided vertically in four.
They were a handsome red and black color, with plush seatings and armrests that Inko would only ever associate with expensive opera houses and theatre rooms.
“Mom?!”
Inko’s head snapped up to the source of the sudden call.
“Izuku!” She gasped.
Her son launched himself in the air from the other side of the room, where Inko saw his teacher and presumably his classmates stood in front of another door.
Izuku stumbled and flopped onto the ground in front of her, scrambling up at once to check over Inko.
“What are you doing here?” He asked, desperate and confused, his eyes shining yet urgent.
“I don’t know baby.” Inko said, gripping his arms.
She felt a massive wave of relief at the sight of her son, spoiled only by the confused thoughts that she harbored.
“I just woke up here, in a dark room when I was supposed to be doing chores,” she said, “and I wandered around until I found myself here!”
Izuku pursed his lips, and for a moment Inko worried that for some silly reason she had upset him. But instead, Izuku cried out in relief and hugged her tightly. Inko wrapped her arms around his waist as tears sprang from the corners of her eyes, as she sighed in relief.
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This whole situation was entirely vexing to him, Aizawa thought.
He and his students had walked through the door filled yet empty hall for about ten minutes before finding the metal door that had lead them into this larger room.
From the other doors, Midoriya had discovered his mother had also been brought to this place, and for a moment, Aizawa was convinced that this could only be the work of villains as he had thought before.
However, Mrs. Midoriya described that she had also woken up in a similar manner to them, albeit in the safety of her home instead.
It was possible that villains had also targeted the families of his class, but looking around, Aizawa noted that even though Midoriya had been reunited with his mother, none of his students seem to leap up and run to their parents or relatives, and Aizawa had a suspicion that some of them probably wouldn’t even if they were given the chance.
As yells came from the other side of the room, his class all converged in the middle as the missing students that Aizawa’s group had been looking for came into view.
Asui and Uraraka ran and hugged each other, joined by the other girls of Class 1A, the boys all running up to each other while questioning each other in loud voices.
“SHOOUUUuuutaaaaa!!”
Oh god.
Aizawa did not turn as Hizashi yelled at him from across the room. Instead, he looked over the crowd of all his students, and did not look away until he was sure that all twenty of them were there.
He saw both Hizashi and Nemuri wave down at him from in front of the door where they presumably entered. Behind them Mirio, Amajiki, and Hado of the Big Three stood.
Aizawa pinched his nose tiredly, already done with everything.
Hizashi bounded up to him, grinning all the way down.
He threw his arms around Aizawa’s shoulder, saying in his usual loud and obnoxious voice; “Well am I gLAAD to see you here Eraser! Me and Midnight were starting to get worried that we’d have to figure this all out without our dear grumpy cat with us!”
Aizawa scowled at him, “You probably should’ve been left alone then, Mic.”
Hizashi gasped dramatically, retracting his arms from Aizawa’s shoulders as he cradled his own chest.
“Ah! How you wound me Eraser! I’d thought you be happy to see us and me.” He grinned and winked.
Nemuri mouth formed in a mischievous smile, and mimicking Hizashi’s tone she said, “Oh how I dare not approach much closer, for I do not wish to be lashed by our dear Eraser’s viciously cruel tongue!” She said, a playful yet suggestive air in her words, as was Nemuri’s fashion.
Aizawa was unfazed.
Instead he leaned in closer to Hizashi, and asked in a low tone about how he and Nemuri had gotten to this place.
Hizashi replied back in an equally hushed tone, his eyes growing serious, although he had the smallest of smiles on his face that Aizawa knew was just for show. It was the kind that disguised Hizashi’s true nerves, after all.
“Me and Nemuri woke up in a similar state you did, except the Big Three were with us and we had been locked inside.” Hizashi explained quietly, after Aizawa told him briefly of his own experience.
“We have observed as you know that we are all able to use our quirks here, and that near everyone who woke up here can recollect that they were doing ordinary tasks before coming.” Nemuri added solemnly.
Mirio stalked up to the both of them, and asked in a louder, but still quite low tone compared to the shrieks and yells of Aizawa’s students; “Sirs and Ma’am, Tamaki and Hado have tried to break down the walls of this place, but it seems its unbreakable via any means of quirks.”
“I see,” Aizawa said, “I also encountered that when I regrouped with Bakugou. His group also woke up in a locked room, and he managed to blast them a way out. Nothing except the door and its attachments were damaged, so we concluded that the place is invulnerable to attacks as far as we know.”
“Sensei!”
Aizawa turned around quickly at Ashido’s frightened yell, and saw that the large black wall in the center of the room had lightened up.
With another shriek from where presumably Hagakure stood, Aizawa’s eyes glanced at what was slowly rising from the ground.
A keypad atop a solid beam of metal rose quietly from the ground, stopping at chest length, center most of the room.
The large black wall that had now turned itself into a giant screen, flashed a dark blue color, then immdietley flashed a new white screen.
On it, words began to be typed out in big, bold lettering, large enough for the entire room to read on their own. The screen read;
“Welcome to the Theater. You have 15 minutes for 27 people to seat themselves. Please choose a representative after seating yourselves to step up to the guidance pad.”
Aizawa glanced back at Hizashi and Nemuri, all three of them coming to a silent agreement.
“Alright,” Aizawa called out above the chatter of his class, “I know this may be sudden, but it would be best for all of us to for now temporarily obey these orders. Your teachers and I will be coming up with a plan as everyone is seating themselves.”
“Iida, get the class organized and sat down immediately, now.” He barked.
Iida chopped his hands through the air from where he stood in the middle of the room near the what Aizawa could suppose as the keypad, and yelled, “Yes Sensei!”
Aizawa turned back to Hizashi and Nemuri.
“We need to talk, and fast.”
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Todoroki had thought that nothing could really surprise him more than anything else that had happened that today, but maybe he could be persuaded to be wrong.
He had woken up in a room with Iida, Jiro and Hagakure and had spent the last few 3k words doing perhaps the exact same thing that the others had been described to do this chapter.
Todoroki and his group had found themselves at the large room that everyone else had found themselves in, and they all had taken seats as per the giant movie screen’s instructions.
From the corner of his eye, Todoroki could see Aizawa-sensei talk with Mic-sensei and Midnight-sensei, and after a while, it also seemed like All Might had joined their conversation as well.
Personally, Todoroki did not know where All Might had come from, and from the look of it the poor man didn’t know either.
At the current moment however, Todoroki was seated beside Midoriya and Uraraka. Iida was on Uraraka’s other side, and Yaoyorozu and Jiro were on Todoroki’s other side from Midoriya.
There had been a lot of chaos as his classmates all clambered to seat themselves with their closest friends, and only after Iida’s fruitless but well appreciated (by Todoroki at least) attempts at restoring order, Aizawa-sensei had all shouted them into quietness and ordered all of them to seat themselves in a less rowdy manner.
So now Todoroki had been sitting here with Midoriya for the past two minutes as Aizawa-sensei talked with All Might over the keypad in the center of the Theater Room, because who are we kidding, its gotta be a Theater Room.
Much earlier, when Todoroki had first entered the room, he noticed Midoriya’s signature electric green blur as all the lights turned on, and once he followed the trail he noticed Midoriya hugging a short, plump woman with his same green hair, and of whom Todoroki could only assume was Midoriya’s mother.
For the briefest moments afterwards, Todoroki had feared that other family members of the students would appear as well, which would mean it was likely that his father would be appearing too.
Thankfully however, no other relatives aside from Mrs. Midoriya appeared, and Todoroki relaxed.
As he conversed quietly with Midoriya himself, the giant screen in front of them flashed a new color, and words began to type themselves out once more in real time, this time reading several more sentences.
From the keypad, Aizawa-sensei and All Might looked up and watched at the words appeared:
“Welcome, to the Viewing Theater.
Be rest assured, Teachers and Students of U.A. Highschool (and all other guests) that we do not intent to harm any of you in any way.
We are not villains, nor are we heroes.
In this Theater, there are infinite possibilities to be known of. We wish to enlighten you on these possibilities.
But what we also wish to do, is to show you the massive differences in the vast Multiverse, for it is a thing that all beings must observe in their lifetime.
You will watch as your alternative selves struggle and thrive in their respective Universes, and we wish for you to gain insights on the various situations that ‘you’ find yourself in.
Be assured, dear Teachers and Students (and all other guests) that the outside world will not move without you, for you are in a space beyond time, in a world that doesn’t exist. Those who search for it, will not find it lest We wish it so.
So now, we all greet you a goodbye, and hope that your observations of the Multiverse will be as fruitful as we hope.”
A silence.
And a voice from farther down the row, gruff and unbelieving, Bakugou says, “This shit seems fake.”
A collective sigh, and Kirishima perks up from beside Bakugou, “I think it sounds awesome! Alternate Universes, so cool!”
All around Todoroki, his classmates began chattering among themselves. Beside him, Midoriya’s mumbling had increased in speed. Todoroki did not bother to try and listen in on what he was saying, that’s just not what the Author would like and he wanted to be considerate.
Once again, the class only quieted down once Aizawa glared at all of them (Todoroki felt like it was a very mom glare-esque kind of stare) and said to the room at large;
“Me and Yagi-san have received more details from the keypad that we have acquired, and rest assured everyone that these beings will not hurt us. We just have to go along with what they want us to do, and that is to observe and watch.”
“The beings of this place have also reassured us,” All Might piped in, “that we need not for amenities such as bathroom breaks or needing to stand up, as there will be no side effects from the long viewing. However we are free to summon any sort of food that we would like from this Keypad.” He gestured to the pad in his hands.
“If at any point we want to take a break from viewing, we can.” Aizawa said, pointing at the keypad in All Might’s hands.
“If anyone is in disagreement with the decision to us going on with the viewing, raise your hand.”
No one raised their hand, not even Bakugou.
Todoroki suspected that it was probably because even he was curious on the multi-universe thing, even if he was a bit skeptical.
Aizawa nodded, walking over to his seat beside Present Mic and Midnight, All Might trailing after him.
When they were both seated, All Might pressed a button on the keypad, and the large screen blinked once more, and new words read;
“First Universe Found!
First Universe: Bird Box”
This’ll be interesting, Todoroki thought as the viewing began.