The Many Iterations of Midoriya Izuku (BNHA)
In one universe, everything was fine and dandy, in another, however, canon shifted five billion steps to the left when a teleportation quirk, a dimensional quirk, and a chaos-attracting quirk misfired in the same vicinity at the exact same time. The consequences of that: the attraction of a source of chaos taken from beyond the bounds of time and space.
The source of chaos that attracted from beyond time and space?
Nine different iterations of Midoriya Izuku.
Time to bring on the chaos.
Chapter One: The Adjustment of Nine Inter-Dimensional Travellers
Nine hours before that very moment in time, Midoriya Izumi had been sitting in her single apartment, revelling in the quiet turn her life had taken. It had been weird, quite frankly strange, and she had been highly unnerved by the lack of attempts on her life in the past month.
Nine hours later, though, and Midoriya Izumi could safely say that she actually missed that quietness, if only for the sheer, utter madness which had been the last nine hours. Other dimensions existed, she had learnt, if only thanks to being plonked into another without so much as a hello, how do you do. To add insult to injury she was also one of the few who had been de-aged, if only slightly – because that was apparently a thing when time and space were messed about with.
“Sooo…” One of her other fellow de-aged dimension travellers drawled, sitting back in their barstool as they hovered around one end of the abandoned bar they had all landed in. “How are y’all feeling about having to go through puberty again?”
“Piss off,” the only other boy their age hissed, resting his head on the bar top, and Izumi was verily tempted to join him.
“I don’t think now’s the best time to start cracking jokes,” Izumi murmured, glancing at the other end of the bar top where the four adults amongst them, in body at least, had congregated to strategize. There were nine of them in total, and they seemed to have separated based on the ages they currently appeared to be. Four adults, three pre-teens, and two probable foetuses. “We are literally in a different dimension, and all three of us have literally been de-aged.”
“I know, right?” Her green winged counterpart said, golden eyes curling upwards as he continued smiling obnoxiously. A large part of her was so infinitely tempted to punch him, and idly, Izumi wondered if that was what it meant to have a brother. “Wild, isn’t it?”
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re annoying?” her green-haired, blue-eyed counterpart hissed, picking his face up from where it had been pressed against the bar top. “If you want to become hot wings, then by all means”—the air heated up, green flames burning in one of his hands as he looked at their feathered counterpart, blue eyes burning with hate—“Continue.”
“Oy!” The sharp shout rang out through the air, and, as one, the three of them turned around to find an adult version of themselves looking at them. “No burning each other to a crisp. We’re in enough trouble as it is without having to dispose of a corpse.” Long green rabbit ears twitched, a considerably more tan version of herself glaring menacingly at them. Well, there was that, and then there was the fact that the woman was undeniably older. Izumi felt a wave of jealousy course through her at that.
She was seventeen, not whatever age she looked right then and there.
“I’ll go and get an idea if that place will be viable for us to relocate to,” the Midoriya Izuku who was wearing a top hat, of all things, along with a black tuxedo, and a green waistcoat spoke, smiling and nodding sharply at the adults and then at their teenaged group. “Don’t blow up anything without me!” A giggle escaped him, and Izumi felt shivers roll down her spine at that. There was something so very unnerving about that version of her.
“This is so weird to think about,” she muttered. There were literally different versions, different iterations, of herself in the same room as her. There were the four adults: top hat, rabbit, and the broccoli twins – or so she had taken to calling the two male adults who didn’t have anything particularly distinguishing about themselves unlike the lady with actual rabbit ears growing out of her head, and the one who had just vanished out the door, dressed as if he was stranded a few centuries out of time.
Chicken wings and flaming angsty teen were her other de-aged compatriots, though she supposed she couldn’t discount the other two who were much younger than her current outward appearance. There was the youngest-looking; a girl with two very long plaits and what looked like tattoos of clouds down one arm, and then there was the white-haired boy who was taking a nap in the corner.
Izumi didn’t really think she could blame him. In fact, she rather thought she might be joining him soon. Different dimensions were confusing, more so when it involved different versions of her – because that was what they were. Though they all weren’t the children of Midoriya Hisashi, they were all the eldest child of Midoriya Inko. A show of hands after they had calmed down somewhat had seen to that fact being revealed.
Beyond that though, she wasn’t sure what differentiated them all. Surely universes couldn’t become too different from one another? Though maybe thinking such a thought would be too close to what one called tempting fate.
“Why?” Flaming Angsty Teen spoke with bite. “Why can I not just have one normal day without any madness or that dickhead who calls himself my father?”
“Because you’re Midoriya Izuku – or at least an iteration of him!” Chicken Wings chimed in, still sounding far too obnoxiously cheerful after having been displaced a dimension or two. “The fact that we’re all versions of the same person should be telling. We’ve got shit luck, don’t you think?”
“Ditto,” she mumbled.
PREMISE: Multiple Izuku's shoved into one more canon-adjacent dimension, and the chaos which unfolds. Each Izu has a different backstory, and the variations vary wildly. Mainly focuses on the younger fem!Izuku.