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“What the fuck?”
‘Kay, so this wasn’t what they’d planned out for the day. Lunch. That was supposed to be what they’d planned out for the day and Izuku’s stomach was still rumbling in reminder of that fact.
Kacchan was going to take him to that shawarma place down the street from where they usually patrol. You’ve never had shawarma? The hell? There wasn’t much room to argue after that; his masked partner was as stubborn as they come and had already begun to drag him towards the restaurant.
Then - a bright flash, a whooshing wind that carried his feet off the ground quicker than he could react, and a disorienting landing that just about knocked him off his feet again. The floor was cold, even through the suit clad on his feet and his heightened senses immediately inhaled layers of dust that were unsettled at his arrival. His solo arrival, it seemed - or the sudden disposition threw off his senses in a way that he couldn’t hear Kacchan’s feet hit the floor when he did.
And now he’s here.
“What the fuck?” Izuku heard his own voice ring through his ears. But - wait. Wait, wait, wait. He didn’t say that. It was definitely his voice; it felt weird in his ears, embarrassing in the way you feel whenever you hear a recording of yourself. He shuddered the feeling away.
He was prone to mutter, he knew it. He also knew that it often led to his mouth spewing words his brain didn’t approve of. His friends told him time and time again that it would get him into trouble. Mom poked at him lovingly, Shoto and Iida would stop him in their labs because it could become a hindrance to their learning, and Kacchan, man he wouldn’t ever let him forget how much he muttered. Had to train him out of it when they were patrolling together, leading to Izuku forming another personality Kacchan (lovingly) deemed “Killer Spidey”.
But that wasn’t the point.
He was hearing his own voice and he was sure he wasn’t opening his mouth; he’d feel it against his mask, the tug and pull of the fabric against the restraints of his mouth. Izuku was so taken back by hearing his own voice that he barely processed the group of people in front of him, standing as still as he was. He wasn’t on his a-game today, that was for sure. Five bodies, all men it seemed, and their faces -
What.
Underneath his mask Izuku’s mouth fell agape, words failing him. His eyes darted from person to person, instinctively recounting them until his eyes fell upon, well, well what do ya know, that's - Kacchan. But he didn’t completely recognize him, almost in the same way he didn't almost didn't recognize his own voice. His hair was the same spiky blonde and his eyes the same piercing red, but he was a bit shorter and his shoulders weren’t quite filled out yet. His suit was different, no more red and in its place a stark orange “x” against a black background. Large green gauntlets (grenades?!) covered his forearms and hands. They matched the strands of (yup those are definitely) grenades draped along his belt. And his mask was absent. He didn’t have anything on beyond an eye covering that tied two braided strands together at the back of his head.
“What the fuck.” This time, he was sure he said it.
“We don’t want to cause you any harm,” a man came to stand in front of the group, long black hair falling in front of his eyes, “but we need you to identify yourself and your status as a hero before we can deem you safe.” I
That was Sensei Aizawa. He wasn’t in his usual lab coat and goggles, instead decked in a long black coat and yellow glasses that were perhaps used for protection, but currently they were resting atop his head, pushing just a few wispy strands out of his eye sight. A white wrap was twisted around his neck multiple times, framing his chest. He definitely did not look like he was leaving his lab. And more so, Izuku couldn’t remember the last time that he’d seen Mr. Aiwaza’s hair down like that, either. He’d always seen it fully pulled back from his eyes and the chemicals that had burnt off his ends one too many times.
He was next to Kacchan and standing behind them was Kirishima, hair a bright red. So bright that Izuku’s eyes cringed while trying to adjust to it, his senses dialed to eleven. He was dressed in next to nothing but pants, it seemed, but all more red. To his left was Shoto, who looked as impassive as always. A new scar adorned the right side of his face though, covering the entirety of his right eye.
“I don’t like repeating myself, young man.” Sensei’s harsh words somehow made the tense silence stretch further.
“I-” In his attempts to speak, Izuku was stunned silent again as another figure made their presence known from behind the man who he thought was his chemistry lab professor. “What the fuck-”
“Neither of us are not going to get anywhere if you keep saying that.” Sensei interrupted. Izuku couldn’t find it in himself to listen, though, because standing directly across from him was him and suddenly he knew exactly where his voice had come from earlier. It was himself, clad in a green suit, looking fresh from a fight. He was staring back at himself intently, as if he was reading into every thought rushing through his head. He probably knew every thought, too, but behind the mask he was wearing right now, this other Izuku wouldn’t know it. Didn't know that they were the same.
“What’s your quirk?” This Kacchan asked, arms crossed over his chest. It looked to be a bit of an uncomfortable position, given the large bolsters connected to his forearms.
Quirk? Okay, quirk (it didn’t really sound like a real word at this point) - like, something weird about him? A fun fact? He could tie his shoes in less than ten seconds, and he thought that was pretty cool. He often used it as a party trick. It was one of the things he could do better than Kacchan, and he prided himself in that.
“Does it have to do with mimicking voices?” The blonde continued asking his questions, and the more he did, the less he sounded like Kacchan. His Kacchan. Where the hell was he? He had been right next to him a few seconds ago-
“Dynamight, if you could leave the questioning to me-” Sensei Aizawa tried to interrupt, but just as Izuku’s Kacchan would do, he didn't give him the chance.
“This asshole sounds just like Deku.” Deku. When was the last time he’d heard that name? Two - three years ago? Probably not since he'd adorned the name Spider-Man. Kacchan was more clever with his nicknames now that he was grown.
The harsh breaths Izuku was taking were starting to suffocate him in his mask.
“Something feels weird.” He hears his voice, but once again, it doesn’t come from his mouth. His eyes fixate back on his other self, his eyebrows furrowed and determined. Did he always look so focused? Thoughts aside, he agreed. This felt really weird.
“I won’t ask again, sir.” Sensei interjected. He leaned back on his right foot, his hand readied at his side. “What’s your quirk and affiliation as a hero?” His eyes started glowing. They were glowing - jeez, that red could rival Kacchan’s superhero suit, no, his eyes. He was glaring at him in a way Izuku had never seen his professor look at anyone. A spark of fear made itself known behind his ears.
Spidey Sense. His fingertips started tingling, warning him of the danger incoming if he didn’t act now.
“Wait!” He called, hands stretched out. Did he unmask himself now? Would that do more harm for outing him than setting whatever crooked record they have here straight? Kacchan, Todoroki, and Sensei Aizawa already knew about his secret identity, but would it be worth revealing to Kirishima? But none of this made sense - why didn’t they recognize him now? Why were they asking him who he was, when he had just seen them all yesterday, in and out of the mask? Why did he not totally recognize any of them?
“Wait,” he pushed his hands out again. And decided to take the leap. Slowly he reached for his mask, showing them that he wasn’t doing anything threatening. As soon as his fingers slipped underneath its crease, he yanked it off, hand returning to its less threatening spot to show his surrender.
The group in front of him fell silent. Exactly as he had been able to hide under his mask a minute ago, their mouths dropped and their eyes scanned him deliberately as if he was a puzzle and they had the pieces, but not the picture to guide them. Sensei even took a moment to look between both him and his counterpart, mouth slightly ajar. He seemed stunned, which was a new look for the sensei.
“I’m not sure what’s happening here,” Izuku started, “and I have no idea why you’re asking me these questions, but we don’t have to fight about it.” Sensei paused to take his words into consideration. He once again looked back at the other Izuku as if they had switched places to fool him. When the other Izuku stood still, eyes wide and chest heaving under his ratted suit, Aizawa turned back to Izuku.
“Deku,” he called, “did the villain touch you at all during your fight just now?” The other Izuku didn’t speak for a moment. He tilted his head and opened his mouth to speak, finding nothing.
“Deku.” Aizawa called again. “Did you hear me?”
“Y-Yeah,” he said, and Izuku tensed at hearing his own voice again. “I was hit along the shoulder. It drew blood, too. It’s been patched up since then.”
Sensei turned back to him, the Izuku (maybe he was the other Izuku but didn’t know it - oh jeez, he didn't have time for this), eyes no less accusing. “What’s your name?”
“Izuku Midoriya.” He replied honestly. “And your Shouta Aizawa, and Eijirou Kirishima, and Shouto Todoroki, and Kacchan, and,” he paused to look at himself, “me.”
“What more can you tell us about yourself?” He pressed further.
Izuku hesitated this time. There was a lot riding on his answer here - their willingness to find his Kacchan, getting home, his own safety. “You're not the people I know. I don’t know who you really are and what you want, but I’m not just going to throw around information to people who happen to look like my friends.” He took a breath, “How would I know you’re not trying to undermine me and tell the whole world my identity?”
“Identity?” Not-his-Kacchan spoke up this time. “What use would you have for hiding your identity when you’ve always wanted to be number one?”
Izuku tilted his head, his eyebrow raising in question. “Number one at what?”
Silence followed. He felt like he had said something wrong.
“The villain we just took down has a quirk like we’ve never seen before.” Aizawa broke the silence. And there he went again about quirks - they must be something important in this world. Something special to be celebrated? Like those anti-bullying posters always said? Honestly, Izuku was bullied and he turned out fine. “Their touch can affect the state of different realities.”
“In what way?” Not-his-Kacchan asked.
“We’re not sure. That’s all we know about their abilities. They are currently being taken into custody for questioning.”
“Sensei,” the other Izuku spoke up, “are you saying that- that this is the result of another reality? Like - a world where the people are the same but different, living different lives but still being us?”
His lips pursed. “It’s a theory.”
“That was a quick theory.” Izuku interjected. “But that explains why my senses are going berserk right now. And why you all look slightly different. And obviously why there’s two of me. The multiverse is not well studied but that doesn’t mean it’s not studied at all.” Izuku’s posture straightened a bit as he began derailing their situation. His hands were no longer up in a defensive stance, switching to grab his chin in thought. “All we know is that there is a high probability that it exists because of the radical tension between particles in our own reality. I’ve actually tried testing some of these theories in my own lab, but I haven’t found a lot of concrete evidence to back up any claims. Plus, you mentioned that someone might have had a power- a quirk? - that altered reality? We’d have to look into how that affects the relationship of realities in the first place-”
“Take a breath, ‘Zuku. You’re gonna pass out.” Izuku gasped and turned, following the familiar voice that had interrupted him and finding his Kacchan standing in his normal, red suit, emerging from the shadows with his own mask in his hand. Izuku's shoulders relaxed. There was the voice he knew.
“What the fuck?” The other Kacchan muttered under his breath.
"I agree, though.” Kacchan took a place next to him, no weapons in hand to show Izuku that he deemed this environment and group safe enough to relax. “As fucking crazy as another reality sounds, it’s the only reason I’ve got. Unless there’s some wacko with freak powers that make duplicates of people that don’t look exactly alike.”
“What the fuck.” The other Kacchan said louder this time. His left eye twitched.
“Yeah, say it again shortstack, and maybe you’ll process it.” Izuku’s Kacchan said with an eye roll.
The other Kacchan snapped back to the current situation and wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Were you just hiding in the shadows this entire time? How fucking creepy are you-"
"I was being tactical, asshole." Kacchan bit back, crossing his arms tightly across his torso. He nodded towards Izuku. "Watching Spidey's back."
"Tactical my ass-"
“Before we have two Bakugou’s fighting,” Aizawa stepped in between the groups, hands outstretched, “we’re going to have to detain you.”
“Detain us?” Kacchan repeated in disgust. “Why us, and not y’all? How do we even know that you’re not in our world right now?”
“I was getting there, before you interrupted me.” Aizawa mumbled something under his breath after that, and Izuku caught something about being 'just as headache-inducing'. “We just finished a battle with a villain who’s quirk deals with reality altering. We did not change locations, rather, we saw a flash of light, and then your Izuku. Can you say the same?”
Kacchan stared at him for a moment, gaze intense, then looked to Izuku. Izuku looked back at him. “We were in the back alley of that restaurant and now I’m in this building. I think Sensei’s words add up.”
“Dammit, I really wanted that lunch,” Kacchan said to him, then sighed. “I agree, but like hell I’m being detained.”
Trying to find a compromise that would satisfy Sensei and keep Kacchan at bay, Izuku shrugged. “What if we just surrender our weapons?” He saw Kacchan’s jaw clench from the corner of his eye, but knew he wasn’t going to protest against it.
“That would only work if you were to specify your quirks to us, assuming they aren’t the same as our reality’s Midoriya and Bakugou.” Aizawa answered.
“Yeah, what the shit are quirks?” Kacchan asked the question Izuku had been trying to piece together this whole time. Izuku knew that he was getting irritated by the way his eye twitched, like the other Kacchan's had done minutes ago. Maybe they were both hangry.
“What-” This seemed to make Aizawa hesitate for a second time. Izuku and Katsuki shared a look of confusion. “Are you talking about weird things we do?” Katsuki spoke up. “Because I have a whole list for Spidey over here.”
“Kacchan, no.” He interrupted, glaring at the taller. “I don’t think that’s what they mean!” He was blushing, and he wasn’t quite sure why. There were too many Kacchans staring at him at that moment.
Collecting himself, he shook his head and held his chin in his hand. “Earlier, they didn’t know about secret identities. The other you asked why I would keep my identity secret if I had always strived for number one.”
“So you think there’s a ranking of super heroes here?” Kacchan probed.
Izuku nodded. “Which would imply that everyone, at least almost everyone, has some sort of power in order to be ranked?” He turned to the group across from them, looking to himself for reassurance. “And these powers - those are quirks?”
“Well you worked that out fast.” Other-Shoto spoke up for the first time.
Izuku chuckled, “Just context clues, I guess.”
“Nah, he’s just that smart.” Kacchan interrupted, ruffling his hair.
“Kacchan, stop!” Izuku all but screeched, swatting his hands away while trying to hide his blush. He didn’t need this while trying to figure out how the hell they ended up in another reality. In his frenzy of embarrassment, he didn’t realize that all eyes in the room were widened, watching the two of them interact. His other self even had his mouth agape, and the other Kacchan had his eyebrows furrowed.
“Why’re you looking at me like that, extras?” Kacchan had noticed it, too, then.
“Yeah, okay.” Aizawa seemed to be fighting off a headache. “Your quirks, powers, whatever. What are they?”
“I can’t die,” Katsuki pointed his thumb at himself, then jabbed it towards Izuku, “and he’s a spider.”
“The hell do you mean you can’t die?” the other Kacchan asked. His shoulders were tight against his neck; Izuku recognized his unease at the uncertainty of the situation.
“Well, I do technically die, but I’ve got a crazy quick regenerative factor.” His Kacchan responded. “Until the day my age takes over, I’ll heal and get up again.”
The group was silent, so Izuku decided to speak up. “I was bitten by a radioactive spider, so now I have spider-like abilities. Hence the spider in the middle of the suit.” He looked down at the black spider sketched into his chest.
“Wait, you were given your powers too?” The other Izuku asked. His eyes widened again, but this time with excitement rather than shock.
“Well-” he started, but Aizawa interrupted him. “Questions later. Hand over your weapons and we’ll take you back where we can sort this whole thing out.”
Izuku took off his web shooters hesitantly. He realized that he was the one to come up with this idea, but only had done so to satisfy both parties involved. He wasn’t sure how much trust to put into someone he only thought he knew. He turned to Kacchan, who was watching him. They stared at each other, conversating through their eyes. Izuku looked back to the group, willing his spidey-sense to activate. When the expected tingling sensation never came, he turned back to Kacchan and nodded. With that, Kacchan sighed exasperatedly and reluctantly began to hand over his utility belt and katanas.
“Are those fucking swords?” The other Kacchan gawked.
“Do you do anything but ask questions? I thought that was Zuku’s job.” His Kacchan bit back, continuing to unload the plethora of knives sheathed in his suit. “I could ask you the same thing about the fucking bombs on your hands, dude.”
“Knives?” Other-Katsuki seemed to choke as Kacchan took the guns out of their hostlers.
As if on cue, Izuku started walking towards the pair of reality jumpers. “I have so many questions - this is so cool!”
“You think this is cool?” Kacchan responded with raised eyebrows. “I’ve got two Izuku’s now.”
“Kacchan, stop!” Izuku said embarrassingly for the second time, slapping his shoulder. “We don’t want to mess with the multiverse.”
“What, I can’t appreciate what the universe has given me?” He smirked in response. His eyebrows followed in a suggestive wiggle. The brief silence that followed sank on Izuku’s chest.
“Wait,” Kirishima piped up from a few feet away, “Are you flirting with Midoriya?” He seemed to find this astonishing and hilarious at the same time, hand unsure of whether to cover his smile or not. The other Kacchan stood next to him, face beet red and eyes wide.
“Don’t tell me you’re dating him in this reality-” Kacchan gasped dramatically, “what kind of best friend would you be then?”
“No! No,” Kirishima was chuckling now, hands waving off the suggestion, “I’m not dating Midoriya. I’ve just never seen - aw, we're best friends there, too?” he looked towards his reality’s Kacchan, who watched him with daggers. He stopped in his tracks but couldn’t hold back his amused gaze. “You act a lot different than our Katsuki.” He let out a laugh this time, hanging on to other-Katsuki’s shoulder. “Mina is going to flip, dude!”
“Shut up.” Other-Kacchan’s voice almost failed him.
Izuku shook his head, turning to the other him who was now profusely red, “Your Kacchan doesn’t act like that with you?”
He seemed to track his eyes over Kacchan, but not his own. He refused to turn around and look at him. “Yours does?” He squeaked.
“Oh man, this is going to be fun.” Kacchan chuckled as he finished placing the rest of his bullets in Aizawa’s hands.
“Are you fucking still unloading your guns?” the other-Kacchan all but screeched.
“And that’s where I interrupt to say that our ride is here.” Aizawa sighed, much to the relief of both Izuku and Kacchan from this reality.
“Bakugou Two, you’re sitting next to me.”
“Why am I number 2?!”
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The car ride was just as awkward as Izuku had thought it was going to be after their differing dynamics were discovered. He had taken the liberty of sitting on the other side of his Kacchan, Sensei Aizawa on his other side as planned, just so this reality’s Izuku didn’t have to deal with him. This didn’t stop him from trying, though.
“So what’s the deal with you, then?” Kacchan asked his other version, who was sitting directly across from him. They both sat with their legs spread wide and arms crossed over their chest, but Izuku’s Kacchan sat up straighter and took up more space, confident in his actions. This reality’s Kacchan hunched over with a permanent blush spread across his face. It was a new sight, but not necessarily an unpleasant one. Usually only the tips of Kacchan’s ears burned red when he was embarrassed.
“The hell do you mean by that?” He said to his counterpart.
“What’s your problem with Izuku?” Kacchan asked again, just as blatantly. “You two got beef? Have a nasty break up?”
“Why are all of your assumptions under the idea that we’re romantically involved?” The other Kacchan snapped, blush spreading to his ears. There it was. Izuku watched himself as well, who was fully hiding his face under his hands. He was more red than Kacchan was.
His Kacchan chuckled. “Are you not?” He raised an eyebrow. “If so, that brings me to my initial question of what your freaking problem is.”
“Kacchan, we’re not even romantically involved.” Izuku decided to butt in and save the duo before their skin melted off their faces.
“Not yet.” He turned to him and winked. Izuku rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless.
“Let’s hop off them for a bit, yeah?”
Kacchan scoffed. “Only ‘cause you asked so nicely.” He responded, leaning back into his seat and closer into Izuku’s side.
“I am so confused.” Kirishima said. He had a place in between this reality’s Kacchan and Izuku, effectively shielding them from each other with his large stature. Todoroki had taken the offer of being in the front seat, very smartly, might Izuku add. No one wanted to add on to his comment, if you weren’t counting Kacchan’s smirk in response, so Izuku decided to move the conversation to the list of questions he had.
“Hey!” He looked at his counterpart with a bright smile. “So, you received your powers, too You weren't born with them?” The other Izuku seemed to brighten up immediately at this question, hands falling from his face and moving to support his weight as he leaned forwards, intrigued.
“Yeah! From All Might! In our reality, people are usually born with quirks that show up when they’re little. Like Kacchan’s - his showed up when we were five.”
“What is your quirk?” Kacchan asked his own counterpart. The other Kacchan didn’t seem interested in this conversation at all until the mention of himself. In the true Kacchan way, he lifted his hand in answer. Izuku saw his frown turn into a smirk; he had his attention. Izuku smiled back in response.
Aizawa shook his head. “Not in the car.”
“Oh come on!” Other-Kacchan rolled his eyes. “You know I’m careful with it.”
“Not when you’re trying to impress someone.” Aizawa replied. Kacchan only responded with grumbles, but didn’t put up a fight otherwise.
Izuku chuckled, “Something big and flashy then?” Seems in character.” He looked towards his Kacchan with a sly smile.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, but there was little bite behind his words. “I know you like big and flashy.”
Izuku’s cheeks flared. “Okay, new rule: no flirting in front of the other me and Kacchan.” he raised his finger, pointing it in Kacchan’s face. “We’re not gonna fuck with the multiverse when we know absolutely nothing about it.”
His Kacchan pouted. “It hasn’t done anything yet! No timelines have disintegrated! Have you seen anything blow up or disappear or some other wack shit?”
Izuku turned his head to fully face him. “That's my point: yet. We’re still stuck here.” He raised his eyebrow for emphasis. “I wasn’t offering a compromise.”
Kacchan rolled his eyes but complied; Izuku was stern only when he was serious.
“Dude!” Kirishima laughed, smacking his knee. “You have him tamed! How’d you do that?”
Izuku couldn’t help but chuckle as the other Kacchan started yelling at Kirishima about his word choice. Under all the commotion, he watched his counterpart observe the scene, blush painting his face once again. His eyes traveled to Izuku’s Kacchan and stayed, something akin to longing hiding behind his gaze. Izuku couldn’t say why, but he didn’t like it. He rationally knew that it was just another version of himself and that his own Kacchan only had eyes for him (and the other him?) but it bothered him. Instead of acknowledging this, he turned to fully face his counterpart.
“What’s your quirk?” he asked him. “Oh!” the other Izuku chuckled, a bit embarrassed, “it’s a bit complicated -”
“Midoriya’s got eight different quirks.” Todoroki interrupted from the front. Izuku had forgotten he was there and made a note to ask about his scar later on. Or maybe ask himself if it was out of touch to ask.
“Eight?” Kacchan leaned forward a bit. “Can you have more than one in this reality?”
“Not usually,” the other Izuku replied, hiding behind a shrug, “but I was passed down a legendary quirk that sort of manifests through generations.”
“Sort of?” Kacchan asked. The other Izuku nodded and launched into a long-winded explanation of his quirk, the power they called One For All. Izuku listened intently, wishing he had brought some notebooks to jot down notes in so he didn’t forget anything. “A power for everyone?” he asked himself. “That’s insane! How did you find each quirk? Did they come simultaneously, or one by one? What techniques did you use?” He turned excitedly to Kacchan, hitting his forearm gently to get his attention. “Ooh! Kacchan, his black whip sounds like my webs!” He turned back to the other version of himself. “We should compare them!”
“That would be awesome!” The other Izuku matched his energy, hanging off his seat. “Do your webs come out of you or those things you took off your wrists? What other spider tendencies do you have? Oh my gosh, how much weight can you carry?” Izuku smiled brightly, but was interrupted by the voice next to him.
“One time, when we were trapped underneath a building, this dude just fucking lifted it up.” Kacchan said, moving his hands over his head to resemble the way Izuku had that one time. He could still feel the soreness in his muscles just thinking about it.
“A building?” All three sitting across from them exclaimed. Other-Kacchan quirked an eyebrow. “How stupid you gotta be to get stuck underneath a building?”
Izuku and Kacchan looked at one another and responded in tandem. “Long story.”
“We’ve got time!” Izuku of this reality offered. “We’ve got the rest of the day off, and until we know about the villain’s quirk, there’s not a lot we can do with you two but ask questions. Right, Sensei?”
Aizawa, who was almost asleep, shrugged. “I guess you’re correct. But once we clear them and ensure they’re not a threat, they’ll be staying in your dorms until we figure out what to do with them.”
“That’s perfect!” The other Izuku whipped his head towards his counterpart. “You can see all the people from your reality, but in ours! I need to take notes.” He put his head in his hand and began to mumble to himself.
Izuku tilted his head. “This is what I’m like?”
“Pretty much.” Kacchan smiled at his counterpart, then directly at him. “You curse more than he does, though.”
“And who’s fault is that?” Izuku rolled his eyes playfully.
“Are you sure you’re not dating?” Shoto interjected. Honest as always, Izuku noted. “I am so confused by this.”
Izuku turned red. There was no hiding it at this point, the shield he usually found in his mask was tucked carefully away into Aizawa’s pocket. He had mastered dodging Kacchan’s attempts at flirting, understanding the complexities of their work and becoming involved with someone in it. Imagine a superhero duo dating - how awful could that get when things hit the fan? But this - having someone ask him directly if they were together - that was different. All eyes were on him, waiting for an answer, including Kacchan’s. Both of them. His Kacchan’s. His. Did he even have a right to say that when all they did was banter? Was it all banter? Now Izuku was thoroughly confused - what were they? Was it even smart to go on this train of thought?
“You’re pretty silent for someone that was saying we weren’t romantically involved just a few minutes ago.” Kacchan chimed in, arm moving to rest on the back of the chairs they were sitting in, effectively capturing Izuku within his hold.
Izuku’s blush fell down to his neck. “Now wait a minute-” Mid turn to chew out Kacchan’s obvious flirting when he had flat out told him not to in front of the other-reality-them, Izuku’s neck clenched, a tingle running up into his scalp within milliseconds. He shivered at the feeling of his Spidey Sense. Eyes wide, nostrils flared, and mouth taut, he turned towards the back of the van.
His fingers twitched in the direction of an incoming danger and his eyes followed, narrowed. Tuning into his senses immediately, Kacchan’s hand now rested on the back of his neck where he knew his power flared the most. “Where’s it at, Spidey?”
“Coming,” he whispered back, bracing his body, “fast, towards the back of the car. And it’s - I’ve felt this one before.”
After years of training, his spider sense was strong. Strong enough to allow him to feel different warnings with the different levels of threats. If they were small, they’d feel small. Bigger threats were more shocking for his body. For recurring bad guys he’s dealt with, he learned to hone in on the feeling of their threat level. And this one, this shiver that was still traveling up his spine, it felt way too familiar.
“It’s Doc Ock.”
“What kinda idiot calls themselves-” A robotic arm tore through the back doors of their van, effectively interrupting the other Kacchan’s quick insult.
Izuku was quicker, though, and caught two of its three extremities and yanked them so harshly they ripped off immediately. The lone arm retracted itself, pulling him forward into a somersault. He caught himself on his legs and a single hand, his fingers attaching themselves to the floor of the van for support.
"The hell is this asshat doing here?” Kacchan was beside him in an instant, katanas in hand. Izuku didn’t have time to ask how he manhandled them from Aizawa. He was handed his web shooters and mask. Slipping them on, Izuku searched for where Doc Ock was hiding. “We’re gonna find out.” He responded, pulling his mask over his face.
His scalp tingled. “On top!” Another metal arm crashed through the roof of the van, splitting the floor in half.
Simultaneously, both Kacchans smirked. “This is what I’m talking about.”