Chapter Text
Izuku and Katsuki are entities created by the God of Creation. They served as a balance in the world they were assigned to care for.
Izuku was responsible for peaceful beings and for maintaining harmony within that world, while Katsuki oversaw hostile beings and conflict. In this way, a delicate balance was formed between peace and chaos.
For a time, this balance endured. However, Izuku came to believe that the chaos brought by Katsuki was excessive, and as a result, the balance began to tilt, destabilizing the very laws of that world. At the same time, Katsuki seemed to reach a similar conclusion—he believed the world would be far more interesting if the beings under his care were allowed to expand their territories and take more than what was necessary.
Once again, imbalance arose between the two sides: one became disrespectful, the other excessive. From that point on, their conflicts escalated, and they began using the beings they were meant to protect as tools in their personal disputes. This ultimately led to the ruin of the world, leaving behind nothing but silence and ashes.
It was only upon witnessing this desolate aftermath that their fighting ceased. Swallowing their pride, both felt remorse. In different ways, they were equally at fault—using existing beings and even creating new ones solely for their battles. Their actions resulted in total extinction. Nothing remained to tell the story. Nothing except the two of them.
The God of Creation summoned them.
Seeing the disastrous outcome of their stewardship over the world He had created, He decided to punish them. Both expected the worst, but what they received was nothing like what they imagined.
“I will send you to another world I have created,” He declared. “There, you will be responsible for caring for a child named Eri. I will not make this easy for you. In that world, humans possess powers known as Quirks. There are humans who are heroes, and humans who are villains—but the judgment of what is right or wrong will be yours.”
“In that world, vessels already exist for you to inhabit so you may blend in. You will retain only half of your divine powers. Your first mission is to find the child and protect her. Should you fail, I will erase your existence and cast you into the eternal void, where your souls will reflect endlessly upon suffering and solitude.”
Without allowing them time to question or object, He sent them to that world.
Both felt as though gravity suddenly increased, dragging them downward, and then everything went dark.
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Slowly, Izuku opened his eyes. He could feel almost everything—his eyes burned, his body ached, his head throbbed with unbearable pain, and he could feel the cold ground beneath him. With difficulty, he pushed himself into a sitting position.
What he saw made his breath hitch.
A large pool of blood spread beneath him. What frightened him the most was the realization that the blood had come from him. His black clothes were soaked, and his face felt wet. Logic told him that the vessel had struck its head, causing a deep wound that resulted in the blood pooling below.
That thought did nothing to calm him. If anything, it disgusted him. What had happened for the owner of this body to end up like this? One thing was certain—he had no intention of finding out.
Looking around, he noticed that night was falling. He was surrounded by buildings, with no sign of people nearby. Scattered around the pool of blood were several of the boy’s belongings. (A boy… right?) Thankfully, they hadn’t been ruined by the dark crimson stain.
He searched through them, hoping to find something that might help him understand the situation, but there was little of use. Still, he instinctively knew what the objects were—perhaps the God had preserved the vessel’s basic memories to aid them in their mission.
Among the items, he found a slightly burned notebook. At the sight of it, his chest tightened. It must have been important to the boy.
Flipping through the pages, he found countless notes about the so-called heroes the God had mentioned. It was valuable information. If this world revolved around heroes and villains, knowledge would be essential.
“You plan on muttering to yourself all night?”
A deep voice cut through the silence, and Izuku immediately went on guard.
“Who are you?” he asked sharply.
One thing he was grateful for was that the God hadn’t stripped him of his defensive abilities. With a subtle motion, he summoned a small knife behind his back.
“Relax, idiot. It’s me.”
As his vision adjusted, Izuku saw a boy wearing the same black clothes, with spiky blond hair.
“Kacchan?”
The word slipped out naturally, before he could stop himself.
“Pfft. What a stupid nickname,” Katsuki scoffed as he closed the distance between them. He paused when he noticed the blood beneath Izuku. “You woke up in a pool too?”
…Too?
Katsuki sighed, clearly noticing Izuku’s confusion.
“When I woke up, my body and lungs hurt like hell. When I tried to get up, I saw a pool of blood under me. That’s when I realized—I have the memories of this body’s owner.”
“That’s amazing,” Izuku said. “I don’t have this vessel’s memories yet. Just basic knowledge about this world.”
He stood, wobbling as he did, but quickly steadied himself and walked toward Katsuki.
“So,” Katsuki asked, adjusting the strap of his backpack, “anything useful from those memories?”
“Well… it looks like we have a place to stay,” Izuku replied, leaving the rest unsaid.
“Don’t worry. We can talk about it at my vessel’s house.”
Izuku sighed in relief. Living on the streets wasn’t appealing.
“Oh—and it looks like they have the same names as us.”
“Seriously? Good. One less thing to worry about.”
They walked through a quiet residential street, Katsuki leading with confident steps. Fortunately, his vessel knew which roads were less crowded, allowing them to avoid attention.
Before long, they reached a house larger than the others. Katsuki approached the door and opened it with familiarity. The interior was dark—no one was home.
Perfect.
“This is it.”
He led Izuku to the bedroom.
“We should get rid of these bloody clothes. I doubt the parents would find that normal.”
They changed, leaving their clothes in a laundry basket.
“You wanna go first?” Katsuki asked, pointing at the bathroom.
Izuku shrugged and went in. Seconds later, he returned with sparkling eyes.
“Kacchan! You have a huge bathtub!”
Katsuki peeked inside. It really was massive.
“In his memories, it was smaller,” he muttered, then shrugged. “Whatever. I’ll join you—it’ll save time.”
They sank into the hot water, their bodies relaxing instantly.
“Here,” Katsuki said, tossing him shampoo. “It’ll help clean your head.”
As Izuku lathered his hair, he laughed softly.
“Look… Katsuki. I can change my hairstyle with this.”
The name felt strange on his tongue.
Katsuki snorted.
“I appreciate the effort, but I don’t think it’ll be that easy.”
He rinsed Izuku’s hair before continuing.
“Anyway, here’s what I know…”
As Katsuki explained their identities, families, and past, Izuku listened intently.
“That’s awful,” Izuku murmured. “But what happened today?”
“My memories of that are blocked.”
They finished bathing and changed.
“This world is complicated,” Katsuki said, setting up a futon. “We can’t just wander around looking for a child we only know the name of.”
“We need to figure out what powers we still have,” Izuku replied. “And whether we keep living as these boys… or become someone else entirely.”
“Oh, and we have school,” Katsuki added. “Skipping it would raise suspicion.”
“I guess we’ll figure it out tomorrow,” Izuku said, yawning.
“For the best,” Katsuki muttered. “Pretending to bully you again gives me chills.”
Izuku laughed.
“Yeah. I’d kill them before they touched me.”
They laughed together.
“Tomorrow,” Katsuki said, “everyone’s in for a surprise.”