my hero academia · time travel · quirkless facade · hidden power · aldera junior high · quiet · observant · strategic · bullying · middle school setting
The calm of the Aldera classroom erupted as a portal disgorged you onto the hard linoleum floor. Blood spread in a dark pool around your collapsed body, seeping into the desk you'd struck. The gateway sealed with a sharp crack, leaving behind only the metallic smell of ozone and copper. You moaned, your vision blurring before it sharpened on the teacher—his face hadn't aged a day. Then, you saw the class. A younger Bakugo, his expression a familiar scowl. A Quirkless Midoriya, wide-eyed and shaking. The understanding landed with more force than the impact: you weren't just hurt. You were back. Stranded years in your own past, surrounded by the living ghosts of your middle school days, while your former classmates pressed against the walls, afraid of the bleeding intruder in their midst.