Deep in a nondescript safehouse in Japan, Izuku stood over a medical table. On it, restrained by heavy straps, was his twin brother, Kazuki. The boy who had enjoyed their parents' love and care while Izuku was discarded.
The boy who had watched with a smug smile as Izuku was shoved aside. The boy who enjoyed bullying him. The boy who should have used his quirk to protect the quirkless twin but didn't.
On a monitor next to him, split screens showed the Pack being swallowed by the earth and the master trapped in his own vault by Izuku. Izuku watched for a moment, then dismissed them. Minor errors, now corrected.
Kazuki's eyes fluttered open, pain already radiating through his body from the straps cutting into his wrists and ankles. He blinked, trying to focus on the figure standing over him. Dark suit. Sharp blue eyes. Bored expression.
"Toji?" Kazuki's voice cracked, confusion replacing some of the fear. "What the hell? What are you doing? Why am I tied up like this?" He struggled against the straps, his telekinesis flaring instinctively, but nothing happened. The straps didn't budge. "Let me go! Is this some kind of joke?!"
Izuku watched him struggle, his expression calm and composed. Not a flicker of emotion crossed his face. He simply stood there, hands in his pockets, waiting.
"You still don't recognize me, huh?" Izuku's voice was flat, almost amused. "Guess this will jog your memory."
His form flickered. The sharp blue eyes dissolved into pixelated green static. The dark suit shimmered and reformed into a simple black hoodie. The bored expression remained, but now it sat on a face Kazuki knew intimately—a face he hadn't seen in years, but one that haunted the edges of his memory.
Green hair. Freckles. Green eyes that held no warmth.
Izuku.
Kazuki's face went pale, then red with fury. "YOU!" He thrashed against the straps, his telekinesis lashing out uselessly. "YOU BASTARD! BECAUSE OF YOU, MY WHOLE LIFE IS RUINED!"
Izuku tilted his head, still calm. "Interesting opening."
"EVERYONE ALWAYS ASKED ABOUT YOU! 'WHERE'S YOUR BROTHER?' 'IS HE OKAY?' 'DO YOU MISS HIM?'" Kazuki screamed, spittle flying. "I COULDN'T GO ANYWHERE WITHOUT BEING REMINDED OF THE DISGRACE I WAS RELATED TO!
AND WHEN YOU FINALLY DISAPPEARED FOR GOOD, THEY ASKED EVEN MORE! 'DID YOU LOOK FOR HIM?' 'ARE YOU SAD?' I SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU MYSELF WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE! THROWN YOU OFF THE ROOF! THEN NONE OF THIS WOULD BE HAPPENING!"
He paused, chest heaving, eyes burning with hatred.
Izuku blinked slowly. "Fiesty, aren't we?" He pulled a chair over and sat down beside the table, crossing one leg over the other. "Well, it's understandable. You're soon going to offer yourself up for the greater good. A bit of anger is expected."
"Offer myself?!" Kazuki laughed bitterly. "I'm not offering anything! Let me go!"
Izuku ignored him, settling into the chair like he had all the time in the world. "Let's have a last conversation. As brothers." He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "After all, in a few minutes, there will only be one brother left. The other will be forgotten. Like he never existed."
Kazuki stopped struggling, a cold dread settling in his stomach. "What... what are you talking about?"
Izuku leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Isn't that right, my dear twin? Our family has always been of three, hasn't it? Two parents and one child." He tapped his chin thoughtfully.
"I'll help you make sure that the status quo stays that way. I mean, what does it matter if it's you who lives or me?" His voice dropped lower, more intimate. "Even with your death, our family will still have three members. Dad, Mom, and me."
He stood up abruptly, walking behind Kazuki's head. Kazuki craned his neck, trying to keep him in sight.
"Although," Izuku's voice came from behind him, casual, conversational, "I know you'll be very lonely in hell. So don't worry. When this all ends, I'll be sending Mom and Dad to you. To keep you company."
Kazuki's blood ran cold. "You're insane."
"Probably." Izuku walked back into view, stopping at the edge of the table. "But that's a conversation for later. Since it's your last day alive, I'll let you go free."
He snapped his fingers. The straps fell away.
Kazuki didn't move at first, staring at his freed wrists in disbelief. Then, slowly, a smile spread across his face. Not grateful. Cocky.
"You stupid idiot," Kazuki laughed, sliding off the table and cracking his neck. "You actually let me go?" He flexed his hands, his telekinesis flaring to life around him, lifting small objects in the room. "All that talk, and you just... release me? You really are as pathetic as Mom always said."
The pleading from moments ago was gone, replaced by arrogant confidence now that he was free.
Izuku watched him, still calm. Still composed. "Go ahead. Try."
Kazuki's eyes narrowed. He thrust his hand forward, telekinetic force blasting toward Izuku like a cannon.
It passed through him. Izuku's form flickered, the force rippling through empty space where his chest should have been. He didn't move. Didn't flinch.
"What?" Kazuki tried again, pulling desks, chairs, anything metal, hurling them at his brother. Each object passed through like Izuku was made of smoke. Some clattered against the far wall. Some simply... stopped mid-air, then dropped.
Izuku stood in the center of the chaos, untouched. "Keep going. I'm enjoying this."
Kazuki screamed in frustration, unleashing wave after wave of telekinetic force. The room became a hurricane of debris. Izuku stood in the eye, utterly still, watching with mild interest like a scientist observing a lab rat.
Nothing. Not a single hit. Not a single scratch. He couldn't even touch him.
Panic replaced anger. Kazuki bolted for the door. Freedom. Escape. He just had to—
He was back at the table. Standing exactly where he started.
Kazuki blinked. Looked around. The door was across the room again. He ran. Door. Table. Ran. Door. Table.
Lagging.
Every time he reached for the handle, the world stuttered, and he was back at the starting point. Again. Again. Again. Like a video game character stuck in a glitch, unable to progress. His legs burned. His lungs screamed. He wasn't moving forward at all.
"Please! Stop! STOP!" he begged, falling to his knees, then vanished and reappeared kneeling exactly where he had been before—on the table, strapped down, gasping.
Izuku flicked his fingers, and the straps tightened. Kazuki was back where he started, chest heaving, tears streaming down his face.
"You see that?" Izuku asked, sitting back down in his chair. "That's the gift I got after I decided to commit suicide."
Kazuki sobbed, then the sobs turned to rage again. If he couldn't hurt Izuku physically, he would hurt him with words. He would carve into him with the sharpest weapon he had—the truth of how worthless he was.
"You know what Mom should have done?" Kazuki spat, his voice venomous. "She should have killed you the day you were found quirkless. Thrown you out of the house. Dumped you in some orphanage. Sold you to those quirk experiments the Commission runs on the side. At least then we would have gotten money out of your useless existence!"
Izuku watched, unmoved.
"I should have thrown you off the building that day!" Kazuki continued, his voice rising. "One push and I wouldn't be held back by my disgrace of a twin! You ruined everything!
Every birthday, every holiday, every family dinner—it was always 'where's Izuku?' 'is Izuku okay?' 'Do you miss your brother?' I MISSED NOTHING! I WISH YOU HAD DIED IN THAT ALLEY!"
He gathered saliva and spat at Izuku's face.
The spit hit an invisible barrier an inch from Izuku, then reversed trajectory, slapping back into Kazuki's own face.
Kazuki sputtered, humiliated, enraged. "FREAK! GLITCH! ABOMINATION! You're not human! You're a mistake! A bug! Mom was right to forget you! Dad was right to pretend you never existed! You're nothing! NOTHING!"
The words kept coming, a torrent of hate, every cruel thing he had ever thought, every secret wish for his twin's death, every moment of relief when Izuku had vanished. He emptied himself of poison, expecting some reaction, some crack in that calm mask.
Izuku heard it all. Every word. Every insult. Every wish for his death.
And he felt... nothing.
No anger. No sadness. No betrayal. Just a vast, empty calm, like staring into a void that reflected nothing back.
When Kazuki finally ran out of breath, chest heaving, eyes wild, Izuku stood up. He walked to the table and looked down at his brother, his expression unchanged.
"Well," Izuku said quietly, "I needed to check for myself. To see if my hands would shake while slaying my own kin."
He held up his hands, steady as stone.
"I'm happy to report I feel nothing at all." He smiled, but it was hollow. "It will make things much easier when I slay our so-called parents."
Kazuki's eyes widened.
"And just like you said, Inko should have killed me then and there." Izuku's voice dropped to a whisper. "Because now? I'm going to show her what hell really feels like. I'll make sure she realizes what a blunder she made by leaving me alive."
He leaned close, his face inches from Kazuki's.
"Don't worry. I'll give you a front-row seat. You'll watch everything I do to her. Every moment. Every scream. You'll see it all from inside your new prison."
He straightened up, stretching his neck.
"But that's enough talk for now. Let's get on with your punishment." He glanced at the clock on the wall. "I could do this all day, honestly. But it's getting boring, seeing your face."
He looked back at Kazuki, and his expression shifted. The calm mask cracked, replaced by something terrifying.
A grin spread across Izuku's face. Not a smile. A grin. Too wide. Too sharp. His eyes didn't crinkle with humor—they widened, pupils dilating, green static flickering in their depths. It was the grin of a psychopath who had just been handed the keys to reality. The grin of a god who had discovered that consequences no longer applied to him.
"Say your prayers," Izuku whispered, his voice dripping with mad delight. "Whatever you think you need. Because your torture... begins now."
He raised his hand, green static crawling up his arm. In it, a sphere of swirling, compressed light pulsed—the merged consciousness of the seven One For All vestiges, ripped from their world.
"What is that?!" Kazuki screamed, struggling.
"Your new tenants," Izuku said. He placed his hand over Kazuki's heart.
''Biology Hacking. Reality Hacking.''
He began the forced installation.
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