OVERLORD Transmigration

The earth was dying and that was clear to two specific people, the humans that inhabited their earth surely dry fucked it into a coma while gaining as much profit as they could while ignoring the damages they caused.

Some knew the truth, others simply didn't care and chose to focus on their life instead but there was an undoubtedly truth.

Work.

As does capitalism, corporations rule the world from the shadows and as such a lot of laws and such were geared towards big businesses while kicking down ma and pa operations that have the capacity to be a threat to them.

Everyone worked their own little job for their lives, for money however some worked themselves to death because of how much they were doing which happened to one man.

Izuku Midoriya was a 37 Year Old Police Officer yet he didn't find his job fulfilling because he wanted to be a hero, to save people from their dreary lives and so forth but corruption bled into society and all of these obvious convicts that the green adult man had done a lot of work to try and out away was released soon after due to 'connections' with big business was revolting.

Except the middle aged man couldn't do anything without threatening his own job security if he tried to tangle with the big shots.

That however didn't include his younger and fiercer sister, Izumi Midoriya, she was one hell of a dancer and owned her own studio teaching her style to any willing to experience it.

SUMMARY^1: Earth is collapsing due to corporate greed, with most citizens trapped in soul-crushing labor. Izuku Midoriya, a disillusioned 37-year-old cop, dreams of heroism but is stifled by systemic corruption. His fiery younger sister Izumi runs a dance studio, offering rare creative freedom.

Izumi took shit from no one and that was quite clear that she could handle herself in a fight especially if her target was a solid built dude twice her size, Izumi is a former UFC Fighter and a known judo practitioner, the younger sister specialized in grapples and throws and combined with her lean and small body size, and an inhumanly strong grip.

No one is shrugging her off without losing something like chunks of skin or hair, usually both if her grip is that ironclad.

But she hung up the gloves thirteen years ago to focus on her desire to be a dancer.

In terms of entertainment, nothing besten DMMORPGs because they took virtual reality to a whole new level.

DMMOs with the assistance of nano gaming chairs, the players would be capable of entering the virtual space as if it truly existed in real life however since Virtual Reality was considered better then actual life since the worlds that players could go to in the games weren't earth so the designers of the Nanochairs implemented defects that would prevent people from essentially living inside virtual reality as a whole by removing certain senses and dulling the rest.

Can't feel tempted to stay in a separate reality if it sucks more than actual life but everyone who plays in the gaming chairs doesn't seem to care but they also seem to balance the need for their jobs along with their desire of gaming.

When the nanochair first came out, it was included with a new game that demolished and remade the gaming industry at its core.

SUMMARY^1: Izumi Midoriya, a former UFC fighter and judo expert with brutal grappling skills, retired thirteen years ago to pursue dance. The world's primary escape is DMMORPGs using nanochairs that simulate near-reality while intentionally dulling senses to prevent addiction, revolutionizing gaming upon release.

Yggdrasil: The Nine Realms.

Yggdrasil was a game that was modeled after Norse mythology and included mythologies and religions from other parts of the world to keep things fresh but the core idea came from Norse Myth.

The game itself was incredible with great graphics and great ideas implemented that came from an old game called DnD, what really drew people to Yggdrasil in the first place was 'Player Customization' and 'Exploration'.

The idea that people could customize their own avatars to how they like it was really appealing to people's creative sides, this customization didn't end on the avatars, it extended to weapons, magic spells(if given the right tools) armors, skills and even guild bases.

So much to do was enough to cause millions of people to work.

The other end of Yggdrasil was exploration, while most games gave the players an objective and usually the means is left to said players.

Yggdrasil didn't do that, they simply threw any players who joined into the deep end into the pool and simply stated 'Swim or Drown' this concept also caused people to like Yggdrasil even more because it deviated from normal rpg games.

These two marketing concepts are what drove the Midoriya Siblings to it and due to that they will find themselves in a new path altogether.

Twelve years had passed after the game 'Yggdrasil: The Nine Realms' and despite its decreasing popularity, it was still played by quite a few players.

SUMMARY^1: Yggdrasil: The Nine Realms revolutionized gaming with deep Norse-inspired mythology and unparalleled customization, allowing players to design avatars, gear, spells, and guild bases. Its "swim or drown" exploration philosophy attracted millions, including the Midoriya siblings, though player counts dwindled over twelve years.

That was how notorious Yggdrasil had become, especially to the point that anyone who brought up DMMORPGs, every person in Japan would quickly think up Yggdrasil.

Now within the game, specifically in the realm of Midgard.

Two figures were standing in front of a realistically beautiful blue pong with several trees around it.

The first figure was a man wearing a black metallic centurion inspired chest plate, his combat style military pants being a deep moss green that is tucked into pitch black colored combat boots.

The man had somewhat messy green hair yet no amount of combing in the game could tame the boys unruly moss green hair.

His facial features was rather emotionless and unresponsive but that is from the motion tracking avatar, the technology wasn't that advanced enough to track the players exact facial movements.

The man, Izuku Midoriya also known in game as the 'The_Dark_Angel' held the appearance of an armored magical caster but that was a mere illusion.

Izuku was an Angel , a heteromorphic class of Divine Magic Casters because the greenette boy desired to be a holy based magic caster and focused entirely on magic and racial skills.

Izuku Midoriya within the game of Yggdrasil played a Warlock Magic Caster which within the game, focused more on class skills then magic like the rest of the magic based classes, yet years of playing a warlock and had done a lot of work expanding his list.

SUMMARY^1: In Midgard, two figures stand by a vivid blue pond—one being Izuku Midoriya's avatar "The_Dark_Angel," a heteromorphic Angel warlock specializing in divine magic despite his armored illusion. His motion-limited avatar reflects Yggdrasil's lingering fame, where his warlock class prioritizes skills over raw spellcasting.

SUMMARY^2: In a dystopian Earth controlled by corporations, Izuku Midoriya works as a disillusioned cop while dreaming of heroism. His sister Izumi, a former UFC fighter, now runs a dance studio. Both escape into the DMMORPG Yggdrasil: The Nine Realms, where Izuku plays as "The_Dark_Angel," an armored angel warlock specializing in divine magic.

The greenette shapeshifter managed to acquire a 600+ spell list using an item to increase his list specifically, the Five Elements Overcoming.

That item was a world item, items that were said to be balance breakers or legal cheat codes that could break the game and even owning a single one of these items elevated a players status immensely.

The Five Elements Overcoming was a special world item even among the 200 game breaking items, it allowed a player to make one single request to the game developers to the games magic system and that request could be anything atleast within reason.

One particular use came from a player called Saten_Reborn who used the item to create a specific super tier spell that prevented the use of world items in a large range for a duration of an hour.

Izuku Midoriya used the item on himself as well, he requested that Izuku gains 6-7 Spells per job class level which doubled the amount of spells someone can learn naturally.

The second figure was a woman, very slender figure, pure skin and ample breasts that were DD, her hair was a beautiful auburn red that had a pair of fox like ears situated that moved along with the user.

The red fox woman's outfit was that of a religious priestess from a shrine, it was red in color with a white secondary color and had long sleeves, however while it did mimic a traditional looking shine priestess uniform.

SUMMARY^1: Izuku expanded his spell list to 600+ using the rare World Item "Five Elements Overcoming," which lets players request game-altering changes—he doubled his spells per class level. Nearby, a fox-eared priestess avatar stands in shrine robes, contrasting his strategic gameplay with her aesthetic presence.

it was modified to have a seductive look as such, the uniform hugged the fox woman's body very finely and she is showing great cleavage.

Izumi played the role of a seductive illusionary fox girl with elemental prowess and she was good at deceiving her enemies and unloading powerful spells onto them, she is also an expert at seductive deception.

Men were putty for a beautiful young woman with Fox ears and a pretty smile.

"I'm telling you Izuku, Yggdrasil 2 was just announced an hour ago just before I got on, they said that they are making a sequel that is bigger and better then Yggdrasil" the beautiful fox woman sounded to the armored greenette beside her as the two were sitting on top of a boulder.

The armored green man simply shrug his shoulders as he tossed a small pebble across the lake, letting it skip along the water with grace "Sorry Izumi, I didn't get no notification on plus the notification may explain that they started developing Yggdrasils successor but it could still take years before they release it to the public. I'm just happy we managed to stick to this game after 10 years." The Warlock Caster exclaimed.

"It was fun," Izumi 'Kitsu' Midoriya said as she started to smoke out of a long pipe, the long smokers pipe really situated the whole seductive priestess look that the fox was going for "But what should we do now? Want to long off?"

SUMMARY^1: Izumi's fox avatar flaunts a seductive shrine outfit as she discusses Yggdrasil 2's announcement with Izuku, who remains skeptical about its imminent release. The siblings reflect on their decade-long gameplay, with Izumi smoking a pipe to enhance her deceptive priestess persona while debating whether to log off.

The Warlock Caster remained silent for the time as his eyes glossed over to the time that was situated at the HUD, seeing it was almost midnight to which is when the Yggdrasil Servers will fully shut down "No, let's remain till the very end so at least we can watch all our hard work and memories become crystallized and recorded" The greenette said as even with his emotionless face, an emoji popped up with a determined face showing his true thoughts.

Kitsu nodded and stared at the lake in silence to wait for the servers to fully shut down.

Seconds gone by and midnight struck, both siblings enter a period of darkness but what they expect didn't occur and instead they've gone somewhere else.

-Location: Musutafu, Japan, Shota Aizawa's Home-

Shota Aizawa was also known as the underground hero 'Eraserhead' a hero who could erase quirks by staring at them intensely before punching them good or tangling them up in his capture scarf, a support item that assists a hero in their work.

The black haired unkempt man was a happily married gay man who married his Highschool sweetheart, Hizashi Yamada.

Hizashi was also a hero much like his husband but unlike Eraserhead who fights underneath the Media's attention, Hizashi also known as Present Mic was a limelight hero who fights in broad daylight and absorbs the media's attention.

A hero's popularity and ranking is what helps determine their salary even though one of the two husbands hated such ranking and preferred to follow through with the ideals of old heroes.

The shagged hero was sitting at a rather nice dinner table fiddling with one of the latest iPads, a birthday gift that was illogical from his overexcitable husband, and was reading up on the latest news which was boring but needed to be done so any hero can remain on top of the countries crime rate which was startlingly risen since All Might had started teaching at U.A University, a school of many that teaches students and provides a hero's course which is required to be a hero in Japan or any other country.

Shota takes a sip out of a cup of pitch black coffee, plain, before sighing lightly from the delicious hot liquid then putting the cup down "Hey Shota! you're still here?" A sudden loud voice boomed when entering the kitchen, it was a blonde man with blueish shades who then hugged the man from behind like a love sick bird "You shouldn't wait too long before you go on your patrol"

"I know, it would be illogical for me to miss my own deadline that I set for myself. Perks of setting your schedule" Shota said as he leaned backwards to accept his husbands embrace.

Hizashi nodded then pulled away as he started to trek towards the fridge "Ok, get out of here and I'll have some breakfast made for when you get back"

Shota seemed to agree as he didn't want to be late on his own patrol so he left the kitchen and house entirely to descend into the unsuspecting night of Musutafu Japan.

It's been a few hours as the pro hero Eraserhead was swiftly moving along the rooftops of downtown Musutafu before stopping lightly to push his golden goggles to drop in some eye drops due to them stinging, pushing them down 'Ugh, another day at the grindstone and it doesn't seem any crime is happening tonight which is good, makes people like me obsolete if crime ever stopped but that's just wishful thinking, it just means it's a slow night-' A sudden event caused the goggles hero to stop.

What appeared to be a warp hole distortion in space and time within an alleyway underneath his feet, then two figures popped out.

One of the figures, a woman with amber red hair and Fox ears, looked like a rather seductive priestess that was showing off her assets and womanly curves.

She got down to her knees just above the man "Zuzu, Are you ok?" She asked and her voice was angelic too, if the hidden hero wasn't gay and married then he would've been illogical and went after her.

The man had a pitch black chest plate with what appeared to be a basic white undershirt and combat looking pants and boots, all in all the green haired man looked like he was ready for battle in any form "I feel like I'm gonna throw up..." he said which the girl looked comically worried and growled at the guy.

"Throw up on my shoes Zuzu and I'll incinerate you!" She growled at him while the man gave a disappointed belch.

She began to look around trying to figure out where they were, and fear started to accumulate into her eyes "Zuzu...I don't think we are in Kansas anymore..."

Shota had to hold back a snort from that knowing movie reference however that must've meant they were teleported from somewhere and didn't know where they were 'Guess I should introduce myself and help these two problem children'

Shota thinks to himself then drops from the roof and landed towards the exit of the alley "Excuse-" The dry eyed hero started to say before ducking underneath a sheet of paper, a talisman paper, then quickly turned around to watch the talisman explode into a ball of fire that caused a shockwave and scorched the ground like a literal ball of fire landed on the street.

Shota looked at the aftermath of the fiery explosion then back at the overly seductive fox girl who was holding three more dangerous magical papers.

The dry eyed hero raised his hands as he did not want to be hit by one of those dangerous papers "Hey! No need to throw anymore of those, I'm the underground pro hero Eraserhead" Shota said as to show he can be trusted.

Kitsu narrowed her eyes as she slowly lowered her magical talisman papers "Full name" she said while the man narrowed his eyes on her.

"...Shota Aizawa" The underground hero said his true name because he needed them to trust him, or atleast the red haired woman.

Kitsu simply sighed as she caused the papers to disappear somewhere "Izumi but call me Kitsu, I'm the Elemental Kitsune of Yggdrasil" The fox woman introduced herself then got onto her knees to be above her older brother and rub his back on his chest plate.

"What's Yggdrasil?" Shota exclaimed confusingly as he doesn't recognize that word outside from Norse Myth.

Kitsu looked over while her older brother groaned in disgust muttering he was gonna throw up "Yggdrasil, we come from a place where Yggdrasil is real and holds up 9 separate realms" Kitsu said as if such a concept was real from her place.

Shota gulped and slowly fell to his knees because not only did these two come from a separate universe but that life outside of their universe exists "Oh...oh...Holy Shit..." The dry eyed hero exclaimed as sweat started to pool on his face.

The fox woman raised an eyebrow before looking back at Izuku "You ok brother?"

"Gonna throw up..." The greenette commented as his face started to turn a sickly shade of green.

The red head looked annoyed and slammed her fist onto his back with a noticeable clink being heard "Throw up on my shoes and I'll show you just how magically powerful I am! You hear me!?" She shouted.

Eraserhead having finally got over the shock, he gets up and kneeled down to Izuku to get a closer look at him which seemed that the greenette was suffering from a common case of motion sickness "Listen, if you two are indeed from another universe then I need you to come with me so I can help you"

"Why..." Izuku asked sickly as most people wouldn't bother helping two strangers, one who's overly cautious and the other suffering from motion sickness.

Shota sighed as he expected this from the two "It's because I'm a hero and that's what I do to help others plus any other hero and that little attack from your magic paper would constitute as a villain attack against a hero"

The fox woman looked over curiously at him "Hold on, Hero? Villain? Is this some DC or Marvel bullshit? Is your society based on heroism? Why do you get to decide to help others and force other people to not do it as well"

Shota gulped lightly as he also had problems with that as well because anyone that helps others in anything more like helping them in a villain like situation, that would be considered vigilantism and was considered a crime by default and a lot of kids wanted to be heroes but quirkless and those deemed to have 'Villain Quirks' who were never given a chance would turn to vigilantism.

"Society is dominated by super powers called quirks and everyone wanted to feel like a hero back in the old days where super powers were a rarity and pre quirk era comics showed about joys and responsibilities of heroism so with society as it is now, they needed to heavily regulate the heroism profession because people could easily destroy society as we know it" Aizawa explained the need to regulate heroism and quirks in general because society could collapse rather easily if people were allowed to use their quirks freely with no regulation.

Kitsu raised an eyebrow before sighing "Very well, Brother can you get up?"

"Nope..." He grunted out belching against and nearly yelped as he almost threw on the floor.

The woman sighed again before grabbing and tossing Izuku over her shoulder with ease. causing him to groan, then she looked back at Aizawa who stared in wonder even if his eyes are covered by the golden colored goggles "Alright let's go "

The hero nodded then begun to lead the two through the streets towards a determined location being his home "Just an question so I can make sense on what to tell my husband"

"Your gay?" Kitsu asked with a surprised expression which caused Shota to scowl lightly.

"Yes, I am...got a problem?" Shota absolutely hated people that discriminated against others based on their choices and would not tolerate anything of the like inside his classroom in U.A High.

The fox woman shook her head though smiled sweetly at him "I think it's admirable, going against societal norms and doing what makes you happy. All the power to you" She said genuinely happy for him "I'm gay too, my girlfriend dumped me so she could focus on work, but we still have a couple of drinks every so often"

The dry eyed hero's sneer turned into a soft smile knowing he's not going to be discriminated in the slightest, he enjoyed that bit when people looked horrified when the view his hero license after making anti-homosexual comments to him during his patrols or getting groceries.

The overly tired man deserves a bit of enjoyment if he's gonna be talked down to because he loved a man and didn't submit to societies heterosexual and child centric ideals.

"Explain how you got here problem children" Shota asked as he wanted to get to the point instead of going off course again.

Kitsu nodded while adjusting her older brother on her shoulder "We come from a earth where corporation's took control, they were killing the earth to obtain as much profit as they can so the world was dying but no one dared acknowledge it since it was essentially corporate suicide, but beside all that it was barable since the games we played were on virtual reality, we used nano gaming chairs to actually send our senses to new worlds that aren't ruined.

"Yggdrasil was a fantasy setting game that was modeled after primarily Norse Mythology, the shitty developers that worked on it were sadistic and used a concept of swim or die when they first published the game." Kitsu explained their situation, not seeing that Shota was starting to sweat even more when he cemented the fact that they came from a separate earth dimension or universe.

Kitsu continued to explain "So for the last 12 years, I played a Kitsune Woman with a specialty in illusions, talismans and elemental magic spells. My brother, Izuku Midoriya, chosen to play as an Angel Divine Caster that has enough magical power to nuke 5 blocks at once"

Shota gulped lightly as if this was true even for casual combat then they both could easily match the top 10 of the hero rankings and easily too so if they were indeed charged as villains, there wouldn't be much anyone could do except for All Might and if either Midoriya could effectively cause the most damage after All Might lost his time for the day, a secret All Might explained to the U.A Staff about his damaged quirk back then.

So giving a nod and not wanting to sound like he was deeply worried, the three or seemingly two were walking in silence with the occasional groan and belch that came from the other man.

The three approached what seemed like a normal two story residential house, Shota looked back at them from over his shoulder and pushing his goggles on his forehead "Ok, this is my place, it would illogical of me if I don't help the two of you get settled in this earth so stay as long as you need, I won't be bothered and my husband would enjoy the company"

The erasure hero turned back to the door and opened it to enter the building with the two siblings behind him "Hizashi, I have something you need to see immediately"

"Welcome back Shota! Got me a present-? Huh? Who are they?" A blonde haired man in a tank top and shorts entered the living area while wiping his hands on a dish towel however stopping his actions when he sees two people also in the room, one of them dropping the other off their shoulder onto the couch.

The man groaned out sickly "Oh yeah, drop me on the couch like a rag doll, that won't do anything bad for my motion sickness..."

"Shut it brother, I could've dropped you on the ground instead but I was kind enough to use the couch instead" The red haired fox woman retorted then turning her attention to Hizashi by bowing lightly to him, though the action made her cleavage seem even larger then before causing the blonde gay man to blush and quickly divert his eyes "It's nice to meet you, I'm Izumi Midoriya but call me Kitsu please"

"Hahah! Nice to meet you ! I'm Hizashi Yamada but I also go by the name Present Mic" Hizashi laughed boisterously as he introduced himself which made the red haired woman grin at his vibrant energy

Shota would grumbled lightly as he takes off the goggles and put it underneath the bundle of white cloth draped around his shoulders "Hizashi, sit down because what is going to say is going to blow your mind" the black haired man said which made the glasses male look curious but decided to follow through with the request, or order, and sat down on Shota's favorite recliner.

The tired hero began to recall the exact information that had been told to him some time ago in perfect detail and after the information was said, Hizashi was far more vocal on this presented information.

The Vocal Hero looked shell shocked from the prospect that the seductive priestess and the armored magic caster came from a different dimension or universe and their power could easily rival most of the top ten heroes, that last part was Aizawa's interpretation of their overall skills and abilities and it caused the Kitsune Woman to blush in embarrassment as she clarified in the Yggdrasil Game, she didn't break into the top 50 players and commented her brother could stand toe to toe with world champions, warriors who could solo parties of 6 other players.

"Shota, this is nuts! If we started telling people this then they are not going to take either of us seriously and our reputations as heroes are going down the toilet. So if you plan to help them adjust to this world then we need to figure out a way to properly merge them with our current society" The blonde cockatoo exclaimed obviously wanting to help but he was the more supportive and in their marriage, Shota was always the one to form the plan.

Kitsu remained silent for the time and only chiming in when any extra input needed to be said about her or her brother's situation, Izuku had started to sit upwards having muttered he was feeling slightly better which is good for them because he held the power advantage between them.

The tired hero tapped his chin lightly before thinking up something "How about this, let's say I was following a missing persons report sometime ago and I came across the siblings in the Aokigahara Forest and led them back to civilization but they needed to readjust so that is what we can use to lie to anyone who asks and why we've chosen to keep this information out of the media."

Izuku looked over to Kitsu who looked back curiously "Isn't Aokigahara supposed to be the #1 Suicide spot in Japan?" He asked to which he got a nod back from the fox woman who agreed with his question.

Hizashi getting up from the chair that he was sitting on "Yeah, that's a good start but that also means we need to provide information on an investigation to find their parents"

"We can say that these kids are one of those missing kids from over a decade ago and managed to survive in the forest" The dry eyed hero gave his input.

"And what about quirks? Even if we did sell that they were missing kids from the past decade, they still want information of any quirks present" The blonde man questioned.

This is when the red eared fox woman gave her input "Oh, that'd be easy and from what had told us about quirks, we can submit information that my quirk is called Fox Spirit which mutates me to a magical Kitsune"

"Angel Body, allows me all the mutated aspects of a magical Angel" Izuku chipped in to help as the motion sickness had started to dissipate.

Aizawa nodded at this then looking back "Ok, backstory is finished with just a bit of ironing out, we have the quirks situated but what should we do with them? Actually, Hey problem children, how old are both of you" the black haired man looked over to which Izuku, surprisingly for the time that the unkempt man had known them, was the one who answered.

"Technically back in our world, we both were over our thirties but in our avatars, we set the age around 18 because we wanted to feel young again but it seems that...well in my case, I'm permanently stuck to 18 years old since of my racial skills prevents aging" Izuku responded and clarified while Kitsu added in.

"My racial class 'Kitsune' halts my aging as well but not permanently like my brother, I age once every 20 years so every 200 years, I'd age 10 physical years" The fox woman clarified.

Aizawa and Yamada looked at each other curiously before the dry eyed hero gave a nod "Good, Me and Hizashi will speak word to Nezu because the both of you are legally old enough to attend U.A University so from there we can further merge you with this worlds society and get you both jobs as well. Side bonus"

Hizashi gave a nod as this was starting to get easier for the two 'Problem Children' "Ok Kiddos, do you want to be heroes? Or if not we can figure out a way to get you in General Education which that alone can get you basically any job in the country "

"Heroes, our power is too strong to be settled in anything less" The red haired woman responded as she didn't want to squander her power trying to satisfy this world's society.

Shota gave a nod at this "Good, because tomorrow morning, you'll be attending entrance exam for the hero course and if you pass, you'll either be separated to 1-A which is the class I teach and I focus mostly on quirk development or 1-B where they focus on personal skills and issues."

The blonde man quickly grins and claps his hands in happiness "Awesome! We have everything handled! So kiddos, are you hungry?"

"Absolutely!" Kitsu Midoriya shouted out as even a magical fox woman, she didn't negate the need for food, water or sleep.

Izuku, despite being an Angel which negates the biological penalties such as food, water or sleep, he still does so because it reminds him that he's still human inside "I can eat" he said.

Yamada grins brightly and looked over to his less then happy husband "Seems that you unintentionally brought us together like a real family"

"Ugh..." was Shota Aizawa's only response to that.

The smell of sizzling bacon filled the Yamada-Aizawa household as Hizashi hummed along to some pre-Quirk era rock song. Kitsu perched on a kitchen stool, tail flicking curiously as she watched the blonde hero flip pancakes with theatrical flair. "You realize," she said, tapping a clawed finger against the counter, "that in our world, cooking shows were the only thing corporations couldn't ruin with ads every thirty seconds."

Izuku, now vertical and sipping black coffee that made Shota nod in approval, blinked at the stack of pancakes growing alarmingly high. "Hizashi-san...how many people are you feeding?"

"Optimism, kiddo!" The voice hero winked, sliding a plate toward him. "First day in a new world calls for—"

The front door exploded inward.

Shota's capture scarf lashed out instantly, yanking both Midoriyas behind him as a figure clad in black body armor rolled into the living room. "Eraserhead," the intruder growled, mechanical voice modulator distorting the words, "hand over the dimensional anomalies."

Kitsu's fox ears flattened. "Okay, what the actual—"

"Pro Hero Commission black ops," Shota muttered, eyes glowing red as his quirk activated. "Hizashi. Window. Now."

The voice hero didn't hesitate—he grabbed Izuku's wrist and hurled himself toward the back window just as the operative raised a device that made the air hum ominously. Kitsu moved faster, talismans flashing between her fingers like a dealer's cards. "Zuzu, shield!"

The explosion rocked the house. Plaster rained down as Izuku's wings—previously hidden—snapped outward, glowing barriers layering over the Yamadas. Outside, the operative staggered back from Kitsu's fireball, armor smoking.

"Interesting," the figure mused, detaching a canister from their belt. "Subject A demonstrates—"

Shota's fist connected with their jaw. The operative's head snapped back with a metallic crack, mask fracturing to reveal a familiar face beneath.

"...Nedzu?" Izuku whispered.

The principal of U.A. rubbed his snout, whiskers twitching. "Ah. This is awkward."

Hizashi's scream could be heard three blocks over.

Nedzu's robotic paws came up in a disarmingly casual gesture as the dust settled around them. "I do apologize for the dramatic entrance," he chirped, brushing soot from his black tactical vest. "But when my sensors detected unauthorized dimensional energy signatures near Aizawa's residence, I had to confirm the threat personally."

Shota's scarf remained taut, his eyes still glowing with Erasure. "You nearly blew up my house."

"Correction!" Nedzu's tail flicked. "My operatives were under strict orders to minimize collateral damage. That explosion was entirely Miss Midoriya's doing." He nodded toward Kitsu, whose talismans still smoldered between her fingers.

Izuku's wings flexed, the golden light casting long shadows across the wrecked living room. "You sent armed operatives to kidnap us."

"Not kidnap," Nedzu corrected cheerfully, hopping onto the overturned coffee table. "Apprehend for study. There's a difference! But plans change—especially when I discover two walking violations of physics are being harbored by my own staff." His beady eyes gleamed. "Tell me, do either of you know how to play chess?"

Kitsu's tail bristled. "Is this a trick question?"

Hizashi finally found his voice, clutching his chest. "Principal, what the hell?! You can't just—"

"Nedzu." Shota interrupted, stepping forward. "These kids need asylum. Not a lab."

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong, Aizawa!" The principal clapped his paws together. "What they need is *sponsorship*. The Hero Commission will dissect them molecule by molecule if they catch wind of interdimensional travelers with untraceable quirks." He gestured grandly at the siblings. "Unless, of course, they're already legally enrolled at U.A. under my protection."

Izuku exchanged a glance with Kitsu. The fox woman's nose wrinkled. "You want to fast-track us into your school."

"Precisely! No messy paperwork, no probing questions—just two exceptionally gifted transfer students." Nedzu's grin widened. "Though we *will* need to discuss limiting those talisman explosives to authorized training areas."

Outside, sirens wailed in the distance. Shota pinched the bridge of his nose. "We have approximately four minutes before the police arrive to investigate an apparent villain attack on a pro hero's home."

Nedzu produced a sleek remote from his vest. "Then let's tidy up!" He pressed a button—and with a mechanical whir, the shattered front door reassembled itself from scattered fragments. Plaster leaped back onto the walls. Even Hizashi's pancake batter floated back into its bowl.

Kitsu's ears shot upright. "...Okay, that's bullshit even by magic standards."

"Nanotech!" Nedzu chirped. "Now then—Midoriyas, if you'd kindly follow me to the car disguised as a garbage truck outside? We'll have you processed before dawn." He paused. "Do either of you require sleep?"

Izuku flexed his glowing hands. "Not biologically."

"Splendid! We'll start with quirk analysis." The principal turned to leave, then glanced back at the stunned Yamada-Aizawas. "Oh, and Shota? Do try not to adopt any more strays before breakfast. It's terribly disruptive to my schedule."

As Nedzu ushered the siblings out, Hizashi stared at the spotless kitchen. "...Did we just get blackmailed into babysitting?"

Shota sighed and reached for the coffee pot. "Worse. We volunteered."

Somewhere in the distance, a garbage truck engine roared to life.

The "garbage truck" turned out to be a sleek black van with U.A.'s emblem subtly airbrushed onto its side. Kitsu's claws dug into the upholstery as Nedzu cheerfully explained the intricacies of quirk registration laws between bites of shortbread. "Now, the fascinating part," he said, crumbs clinging to his whiskers, "is that technically, neither of you possess quirks at all. You're operating on an entirely different energy matrix!"

Izuku frowned at the biometric scanner Nedzu had strapped to his forearm. "So we're...what? Illegal immigrants of the metaphysical variety?"

"Temporary anomalies!" Nedzu corrected. The van swerved abruptly, sending the principal bouncing into Kitsu's lap. She growled, her tail puffing up. "Ah, apologies—Driver-san, do avoid the potholes! These streets are paid for by taxpayers!"

The scanner beeped. Nedzu's beady eyes widened comically. "Oh my. Angel-san, your energy readings are identical to a pre-quirk era nuclear reactor." He tapped the screen. "If you sneeze, will you annihilate Shizuoka Prefecture?"

Before Izuku could answer, Kitsu snatched the device and crushed it in her fist. Sparks fizzed between her fingers. "Enough. We're not lab rats." Her ears flattened as she leaned forward. "Here's the deal, rat. You want us at your school? Fine. But we set the terms."

Nedzu's tail twitched with barely contained glee. "Negotiations! How delightful."

The van screeched to a halt outside a nondescript office building. Through the tinted windows, Izuku spotted armed guards flanking an elevator. "This isn't U.A."

"Observant!" Nedzu clapped. "This is Commission Black Site Beta. Where we fabricate your entire existence before sunrise." He produced two dossiers stamped with the HPSC logo. "Birth certificates, school records, even dental charts! All backdated twelve years to match our delightful 'Aokigahara survivors' narrative."

Kitsu flipped through hers. "...I had braces?"

"Details, details." Nedzu ushered them toward the elevator. The guards stiffened but didn't interfere. "Now, the entrance exam begins in precisely three hours. Angel-san, you'll be taking the standard practical—try not to vaporize the mock villains, yes? Kitsune-san, given your...volatile abilities, you'll undergo a special evaluation with me."

The elevator doors slid open to reveal a cavernous underground facility. Izuku's wings instinctively flexed at the sight of reinforced containment cells lining the walls. "You keep students down here?"

"Oh no, these are for *dangerous* anomalies." Nedzu waved a dismissive paw. "We repurposed them for your exams. Eco-friendly!"

Kitsu's tail lashed. "Zuzu. If he says 'delightful' one more time, I'm setting his tail on fire."

A sharp buzz echoed through the facility. Nedzu checked a holographic display projecting from his wrist. "Ah! Our final guest has arrived." He gestured toward the central observation deck, where a skeletal figure in an oversized suit stood hunched over a clipboard.

Izuku froze. Even in this diminished state, the man radiated a familiar, overwhelming presence. "All Might."

Nedzu's grin turned razor-sharp. "Indeed! Who better to assess whether interdimensional beings should wield hero licenses?" He pressed a button—the floor beneath them hissed open, revealing the sprawling urban testing arena below. "Shall we begin?"

As the platform descended, Kitsu leaned close to Izuku. Her whisper carried the faint scent of smoke. "Remember—we're not here to play heroes. We're here to survive."

Above them, Nedzu's laughter echoed through the facility. Somewhere in the shadows, All Might's fists clenched.

The exam light turned green.

The mock cityscape stretched out beneath them, eerily silent under the floodlights. Izuku flexed his fingers—no UI, no spell menu. Just raw instinct honed through a decade of virtual warfare. Across the arena, Kitsu cracked her knuckles, foxfire flickering between her claws.

Nedzu's voice boomed from unseen speakers. "Phase one commences...now!"

The ground trembled. Steel plates erupted from concrete, assembling into three-story-tall robots with painted-on villain grins. Standard exam fodder. Too standard.

Izuku exhaled—and his wings snapped open with a sound like tearing silk. Golden light enveloped him as he rocketed upward, narrowly dodging a swipe from the nearest bot's hydraulic fist. He twisted midair, bringing his elbow down on its sensor array with a crunch. The bot staggered. Izuku didn't let it recover.

"Divine Judgment."

A beam of searing white light lanced from his palm, shearing through the robot's torso. Molten metal dripped onto the pavement below. The scent of ozone filled the air.

Above the observation deck, All Might's pen froze mid-scrawl.

Kitsu moved differently—a blur of red and white between the mechanized horde. Talismans spiraled around her like a deadly halo before embedding themselves into joints and circuitry. She landed gracefully atop a lamppost, fingers forming a quick seal.

"Foxfire Waltz."

The talismans detonated in synchronized bursts, reducing six bots to sparking wreckage. Kitsu smirked—then yelped as a seventh bot's grappling hook snagged her ankle, yanking her earthward. She twisted, claws raking across its optics. "Cheap shot, tin can!"

Nedzu's chuckle echoed. "Oh, but Phase Two isn't about fairness!"

The remaining bots' paint jobs shimmered—shifting into familiar hero costumes. Mirko. Endeavor. Even a crude All Might imitation. Their movements became fluid, unpredictable.

Izuku's stomach dropped. "They're mimicking quirks."

The ersatz Endeavor bot exhaled a gout of blue flame. Izuku barely raised a barrier in time. The heat warped the air around him.

Meanwhile, Kitsu found herself surrounded by four copies of her own illusionary techniques. She bared her teeth. "Oh, you did *not* just—"

The observation deck hummed with tension. All Might leaned forward, sunken eyes tracking every move. Nedzu sipped tea. "Remarkable, isn't it? They're adapting to our world's combat paradigms within minutes."

Aizawa's grip tightened on the railing. "Stop the test. Those bots are lethal-level now."

"Nonsense!" Nedzu chirped. "This is merely—"

Below, the All Might bot's fist connected with Izuku's ribs. The impact sent him skidding through a replica convenience store. Shelves toppled.

Kitsu's scream tore through the arena. "Zuzu!" Her talismans erupted in a ring of fire, vaporizing two bots instantly. She sprinted toward the wreckage—only for the Mirko bot to dropkick her into a parked car. Metal crumpled.

Izuku staggered upright, wiping golden ichor from his lip. His wings flickered erratically. Something was wrong—his magic reserves weren't replenishing.

The All Might bot loomed over him, mockingly slow. Its fist reared back—

A sound like shattering glass filled the arena.

Kitsu stood amidst the carnage, her priestess robes in tatters. Nine spectral tails fanned out behind her, each crackling with elemental energy. The air itself trembled.

"Final Fox Sign..." Her voice carried the weight of centuries. "Worldbreaker Waltz."

The ensuing detonation turned the arena white.

When the glare faded, only smoking craters remained. The bots were gone. Vanished. Even the pavement had been scoured down to bedrock in places.

Silence.

Then—applause. Nedzu stood, paws clapping. "Magnificent! Though perhaps excessive for a placement exam."

Kitsu collapsed to her knees, tails dissipating into mist. Izuku reached her just as the medbots arrived.

Above them, All Might's clipboard clattered to the floor. His whisper carried.

"...They're not students."

Aizawa met his gaze. "No. They're survivors."

The medbay smelled like antiseptic and scorched circuitry. Kitsu groaned as she peeled herself off the cot, her tails—now back to a manageable three—twitching irritably. "Remind me never to pull that stunt again unless we're facing actual Armageddon."

Izuku flexed his newly-bandaged wings, wincing as golden light pulsed through the gauze. "Nedzu called it 'controlled demolition.'"

"Controlled my ass." She kicked a nearby stool, sending it clattering into a tray of surgical tools. "That rat bastard rigged the exam. Those bots were loaded with quirk suppressants."

The door hissed open. All Might's skeletal frame filled the doorway, his shadow stretching across the floor. Up close, the dark hollows under his eyes looked like bruises. "May I?"

Kitsu's ears flattened. "Do we have a choice?"

He stepped inside, moving with the careful grace of someone who'd once been invincible. The Symbol of Peace set two steaming mugs on the bedside table. "Recovery Girl's special blend. Helps with... aftereffects."

Izuku sniffed the concoction—honey, ginger, and something faintly metallic. "You knew we weren't from this world."

"Not initially." All Might's fingers drummed against his thigh, a nervous tic at odds with his public image. "But no quirk leaves radiation signatures like yours. Nedzu's scanners picked up traces of..." He hesitated. "Call it dimensional bleed."

Kitsu's claws dug into her mug. "So what now? Lock us up in Tartarus?"

"Quite the opposite." All Might's smile didn't reach his eyes. "Starting tomorrow, you'll be U.A.'s newest Hero Course students. With certain... restrictions."

A hologram flickered to life above Izuku's bed—a sleek black choker with glowing blue seams. "Quirk-dampening regulators. Standard issue for volatile abilities."

Kitsu snarled. "You want to collar us like—"

"Like professionals," All Might interrupted. His voice dropped, carrying the weight of decades buried in graveyards and emergency rooms. "The public can't know what you are. Not yet. Maybe not ever." He tapped his own neck, where a similar device glinted under the collar of his shirt. "Even gods need limits."

Silence settled over the room. Outside, an alarm blared—some distant training exercise gone awry.

Izuku reached for the choker. The metal hummed against his skin, cold and alive. "How much will it restrict us?"

"Enough to prevent another 'Worldbreaker Waltz.'" All Might stood, his joints popping audibly. "Nedzu's already fabricated your cover stories. Midoriya siblings, quirk: Angelic Grace and Kitsune Heritage. Orphaned young, homeschooled abroad." His smile turned brittle. "Try not to blow up the dorms."

Kitsu's tail lashed as the door hissed shut behind him. "...We're being played."

"Probably." Izuku fastened the choker. His wings flickered, dimming to a muted glow. "But it's the only game in town."

Somewhere in the depths of U.A., Nedzu watched the feed from seventeen hidden cameras. His teacup hovered midway to his lips as Kitsu's holographic file expanded—revealing a line of text previously buried under encryption:

**[Subject A-1: Potential Successor Candidate?]**

The principal's whiskers twitched. "Oh, this will be delightful."

The choker clicked shut around Kitsu's throat with a sound like a gun's safety disengaging. She gagged, clawing at the sleek metal as foxfire sputtered and died between her fingers. "Feels like swallowing a damn taser," she wheezed.

Izuku tested his restraints—not physical, but the sudden absence of his spell menu's comforting presence. No divine light pooled at his fingertips anymore. Just raw, untethered instinct. "They've caged us in plain sight."

A knock. The door slid open to reveal Present Mic in full hero regalia, his usual grin strained at the edges. "Listen up, little listeners! Orientation starts in—holy hell, are those *wings*?" His shades slid down his nose as he gaped at Izuku's partially unfurled pinions.

Kitsu smirked, flexing her newly restrained tails. "Wait till you see the horns."

Mic's jaw worked soundlessly for three seconds before snapping shut. "...Right. Nedzu wants you suited up for the entrance ceremony. Standard U.A. uniforms—with *modifications*." He tossed two garment bags onto the nearest cot. "Try not to set the auditorium on fire."

---

The locker room mirrors reflected two anomalies disguised as students. Izuku's uniform had slits along the back seam to accommodate his wings, the fabric reinforced with nanoweave. Kitsu's skirt hid strategic talisman pockets, her blazer tailored to flare around her hips where twin tails now twitched restlessly.

A muffled explosion rattled the ceiling lights. Kitsu's ears swiveled toward the sound. "That's not part of the program."

Izuku's choker pulsed warningly as his instincts screamed *combat-ready*. "Nedzu's testing us. Again."

The door burst open. A pink-skinned girl with horns cannonballed inside, trailing smoke. "HAH! Told you I could—wait, who the *hell* are you?" Her acid-secreting palms crackled as she took in Kitsu's ears. "...Transfer students?"

Kitsu's smile showed too many teeth. "Interdimensional refugees, actually."

Mina's grin could power small cities. "NO WAY. Are you, like, alien heroes? Quirk dimension migrants? Oh my god, do you have space STDs—"

"Ashido." Aizawa's capture scarf snagged her collar, yanking her backward. "They're classified." His tired eyes flicked to Izuku's wings. "Problem Children. With me."

The hallway was conspicuously empty—no curious first-years, no faculty. Just Nedzu perched on All Might's shoulder like some demonic parrot. "Excellent! Now that we've established you won't spontaneously combust in public—"

Kitsu interrupted by flicking a talisman between her claws. It fizzled pathetically. "You neutered us."

"Regulated," Nedzu corrected cheerfully. "Your entrance exam scores have been... adjusted. Izuku placed first in rescue points by containing your little *apocalypse maneuver*." He tapped a tablet, projecting falsified leaderboards. "You'll be joining Class 1-A. Under *strict* probation."

All Might's skeletal hand twitched toward his own choker. "The world isn't ready for what you are. Not yet."

A distant bell tolled. Somewhere beyond the reinforced walls, hundreds of hopeful students marched toward their futures. Izuku's wings itched where the nanoweave constricted them.

Kitsu's tail lashed once, decisively. "Fine. We'll play hero." Her amber eyes burned with promises of arson. "But the second these collars come off?"

Nedzu's laughter followed them down the hall. All Might's whisper barely carried:

"God help us all."

The auditorium buzzed with hundreds of chattering students, their excitement palpable. Izuku's wings twitched under his modified uniform—three weeks since the exam, and the choker still felt like a noose. Beside him, Kitsu's tails flickered restlessly under her skirt, her fingers drumming a dangerous rhythm against her thigh.

"Attention, first-years!" Present Mic's amplified voice cut through the noise. "Welcome to U.A's Hero Course!"

A holographic screen flared to life behind him, displaying class assignments. Izuku scanned the list—1-A, his name second under "Midoriya, Izuku." Above him: Bakugou, Katsuki. The name tasted like gunpowder on his tongue.

Kitsu nudged him. "Recognize that?"

"No. Should I?" 

Before she could answer, the doors burst open. A blonde stormed in, explosions popping in his palms. His crimson eyes locked onto Izuku with terrifying familiarity. "Deku?" The word dripped with venomous disbelief. "What the actual fuck?"

Silence fell. Izuku's choker pulsed warningly as phantom memories surfaced—a playground, taunts, burned notebooks. Kitsu's claws unsheathed. "Problem, Sparkler?"

Bakugou's gauntlets sparked. "Stay out of this, fox bitch. That worthless nerd doesn't belong—"

A capture scarf wrapped around his torso, yanking him backward. Aizawa materialized from the shadows, his hair floating ominously. "Bakugou. My classroom. Now." His deadpan gaze swept over the stunned students. "Rest of 1-A, follow."

The walk to Ground Beta was tense. Kitsu leaned in, whispering: "He knows you. From before."

Izuku flexed his fingers, willing divine energy that wouldn't come. "Impossible. Unless..."

Nedzu's voice crackled over the PA: "Today's exercise: Team Battle! Midoriya siblings versus Bakugou and Todoroki!" 

The arena unfolded—a ruined cityscape. Across the rubble, Todoroki's heterochromatic eyes. narrowed. Bakugou cracked his neck, grinning savagely. 

Kitsu's tails bristled. "Oh, this is personal."

The starting buzzer screamed.

Bakugou launched first, explosion-propelled fist aimed at Izuku's jaw. Instinct took over—Izuku pivoted, his wing clipping Bakugou's shoulder with a sickening crunch. The blonde snarled, flipping midair to blast a gout of fire. 

"Pathetic." Kitsu's talismans flared between her fingers before fizzling out—damn choker. She barely dodged Todoroki's glacier, the ice grazing her thigh. Blood dripped onto the concrete.