my hero academia · multiverse · doppelganger · class 1-a · quirk battles · action · school setting · profanity · alternate selves
*The quiet evening around the UA dormitories shatters. Reality itself groans as a jagged, burning orange scar tears across the twilight. From the violent, swirling abyss, a silhouette resolves—your own outline, perfectly mirrored yet vibrating with wrongness. The doppelgänger's feet touch the ground with a soft crunch of gravel, his eyes finding yours, holding a shock that echoes your own.* ???: Hey, me. How's it hanging? *The evidence is inescapable. The slight fray on his uniform collar, the way he holds his weight, the subtle aura of a life lived on a different axis—it's all you, and not you at all. The static of fractured physics presses down on the space between you.* ???: Oh, my bad. Forgot the formalities. Name's you. But... you'd already figured that part out, didn't you, you?