1 Chapter 1

Izuku woke up with a splitting headache and the niggling feeling that something was wrong. He cradled his head, getting up from his futon. Or rather, falling off his futon, which was no longer at the supposed height it had been. The last time he checked, his futon was on the floor. Why was it elevated off the floor?

He blinked, bewildered. He'd grown out of his clumsy nature after hours and hours of training, so it was unlikely that his prepubescent clumsy nature had just suddenly returned without any warning.

The Hero squinted at the ceiling, trying to recall the last thing that happened. The last thing he remembered was coming back after taking out a Villain and collapsing on his very fluffy and comfortable futon after a hectic day's hard work, and it was definitely on the floor.

Izuku subconsciously scanned his surroundings, taking in familiar looking walls. Something seemed to click in place. He frowned, eyes zeroing in on the All Might merchandise meticulously placed in the room. His eyes darted around the different merchandise and posters. This looked exactly like his room when he was still a teenager.

Whoever brought him here sure did a good job. Not a detail was out of place. Not to mention, his room hasn't looked like this for years.

Izuku stood up from where he had landed ungracefully on the floor. He was immediately hit with a sense of vertigo, causing him to wobble. He eyed his hands and legs. They looked shorter than before. He frowned, cataloguing the paleness of his skin. His skin almost seemed smoother, if that was possible. They were an unfamiliar sight. His arms and legs were missing the scars he'd diligently collected over the years.

The green-haired Hero crossed the room carefully, standing in front of the mirror. What he saw there confirmed his niggling suspicions. His thoughts raced. This was how he looked exactly 14 years ago. His frown grew more pronounced, not liking where this was going. Actually…he looked…taller than he remembered being? His muscles seemed firmer, and his cheeks didn't have as much baby fat as compared to before.

Izuku approached his desk, flipping through the various notebooks that had been displayed in a nondescript manner. His mouth pulled into a flat line. Every single detail was perfectly preserved, down to the punctuation as well as the random scribbles and little drawings that he'd included. Nothing was out of place from what he could tell.

He gently closed the book's cover. The little things were stacking up, and he wasn't quite sure whether he liked where this was heading or not. Had he been trapped in an Illusion Quirk? Or had he genuinely travelled back in time?

Izuku pressed blunt fingernails into his hand, feeling the sting of pain. Then, the green-haired man reached out to pull open the drawer gently, taking out a penknife. He let it bite into his wrist, taking care to avoid cutting an artery, barely feeling the sting. But the thing is, there actually was a sense of pain, which an Illusion would not be able to produce.

He still had a couple of misgivings, so he placed a few cuts on his forearm in quick succession. When the pain flared a little more, he was somewhat convinced. If this was an Illusion, then no matter how good the person got with their Quirk, it wouldn't produce a continuous amount of pain, but rather, based on the number of cuts he'd made, the pain would subsequently flare and ebb as his brain tricked itself into imagining there was pain.

So, he really had travelled back in time. Why? Did he somehow get hit with someone's Quirk, causing him to time travel? As far as he knew, there were no recorded Quirks of someone who managed to induce Time Travel, but then again, Quirks haven't actually existed for all that long, and genetics played a tricky part in how a person's Quirks manifested. The resulting Quirk in a child could be from one parent, both parents, skip a generation, or mutate in itself, forming a new Quirk altogether.

In fact, later down the line of his Hero career, scientists made the discovery that all of the so-called 'Quirkless' people weren't actually Quirkless at all. Their Quirks had just manifested later than others, only after they hit or passed puberty. These Quirks were so subtle that most people would be hard-pressed to notice they were there at all.

Izuku's lips curled into a fond smile at the memory his own Quirk. It was something that required an iron grip, or it would be hard to control, but he'd managed it all the same.

The cuts were bleeding sluggishly. He pulled out the first-aid kit placed under his bed and treated them with antiseptic. He wasn't quite sure what he'd done with that penknife, so it was better not to take any chances. He tucked in the bandage, checking the calendar to check the date, and more importantly, the date he had to take his suppressants.

He nodded. Good think he'd checked. It was a Sunday, which was the day he usually took his weekly dose of suppressants. It wouldn't have mattered too much if he missed maybe a day or two, but he would rather not flaunt his pheromones. People stereotyped and put others into this little box of theirs, even in the presence of Quirks, which most of the Pro-Hero circle found utterly ridiculous.

What did it matter what your secondary gender was when they would pound you into the ground all the same? Every Pro-Hero was on suppressants regularly, and even in Villains, there was an even ratio of secondary genders. Civilians liked to think that majority of Heroes were Alphas, but that couldn't be further from the truth. It wasn't hard to find Omegas who went out to keep the peace all the same within the Pro-Circle. The only difference was that the public didn't know they were an Omega, and just assumed they were Alphas.

In contrast, many civilians assumed that those who possessed Healing Quirks or worked in the hospital tended to be Omegas with the occasional Betas, but in fact, that field was actually dominated by a majority of Alphas. Years ago, when Quirks hadn't even been a blip on the radar, that may have been the case, but with the appearance of Quirks, more and more Alphas joined the hospital for the sheer reason that they would be able to keep a misbehaving patient in bed and scaring them into taking their medicine.

It was both hilarious and sad how people were blinded by their misconceptions. Izuku hoped that this would slowly change over the course of time. It truly saddened him that there were people suffering due to misconceptions like these. Many were bullied for their secondary gender, their Quirk, and for being Quirkless.

Many Villains became Villains precisely due to how society treated them, constantly putting them down. If society could just be a little more open-minded and treat everyone based on how they acted, not what their Quirk or secondary gender said about them, there would be a much lower rate of Villains in the world.

Izuku sighed. He dug deep into the drawer, intending to access the hidden bottom, smiling wryly at his past self. He'd been so caught up in not appearing to be weak because he was an Omega that he ended up going to such extreme lengths to hide what his secondary gender was.

Of course, he hadn't learned till much later that he didn't need to be ashamed he was an Omega. It didn't matter even if his secondary gender got out to the public that he was an Omega. It would a long and drawn out process, but society would slowly let go of their stereotypes after he released to the public that he was an Omega, not an Alpha. The public outrage died after many other Omega and Beta Heroes started coming forward and voluntarily revealing their secondary genders.

To his surprise, he realized that there wasn't a hidden drawer. Had he just not made one yet? Izuku tried to recall whether or not he made the drawer before or after the first time he took suppressants. The bottle of suppressants was stood inside his drawer all the same, just that it wasn't hidden quite so well.

He absentmindedly popped two pills into his mouth, swallowing the pills dry as he thought about it. Then, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. These didn't taste like how he remembered them tasting. Alarmed, his eyes darted to the label on the bottle.

[Suppressants AC1000]

Izuku felt horrified. Had he just ingested suppressants for an Alpha? Not just for any run of the mill Alpha in fact, extra strength suppressants for Alphas over the scale of 1000. These were specially customised specifically for a person's body.

The green-haired Hero panicked slightly, not entirely sure what ingesting these would do to his immune system. He fell further into a panicked state when he thought about how these could potentially create a pseudo-heat. These would surely wreak havoc on his body and immune system.

Then, the more logical part of his brain kicked in. Why would he have these in his drawer? Why weren't these hidden in a false bottom like he had done in his earlier years? How would he get his hands on this in the first place?

Izuku calmed down as his mind fired these questions at him. He carefully studied the label on the bottle. It did in fact write on the bottle that it was for a 'Midoriya I.', which was his name specifically. His younger self did not just pick these up along the street.

Wait.

Does this mean he hadn't travelled back in time? The discrepancies were starting to increase. On the surface, it looked like most of the things were the same, but there seemed to be some differences.

He reached up to the shelf above his desk and pulled out the photobooks from his childhood. The green-haired man flipped through the pages quickly, realizing that the order of the pictures the same. He was still friends with Kacchan in earlier years, followed by a falling out (as seen by the lack of pictures of him and Kacchan).

Nothing seems to have changed from what I remember, just that… the suppressants are different. Izuku frowned, thoughts racing. He definitely wasn't trapped in an Illusion, so what was going on?

Izuku's ears twitched when he heard footsteps approaching his room. They were familiar footsteps. A few knocks on his door, his mother's gentle voice was heard.

"Izuku, didn't you tell me you had to leave half an hour ago?"

The green-haired man quickly opened the door for his mother, smiling at her. She looked so much younger than he remembered. He felt guilty. She'd gone through a lot of stress during his Hero career. Hopefully he would be able to relieve some of her guilt in the future. He loved his job too much to do anything else, and he felt bad about that. He wanted to help people, but he also hurt his mother in the process.

"Yes, mom. I'll be going soon," he said, pausing before he decided to bite the bullet. "Mom, are these suppressants the right ones?" he asked, handing he the bottle.

She looked at the bottle, reading the label. "Yes, they are. Is something wrong?" she asked, looking concerned. She spotted the white bandages on his left arm. "What happened to your arm?"

Izuku took the bottle back from her, looking a little strange. "No, they're fine," he said, feeling out of sorts. "I just accidentally gave myself a slight cut just now. It's not even bleeding. This may sound strange, but… I'm an Alpha, right?"

He deliberately asked that question. If his conjectures were true, then… he wasn't sure what to do. Things seemed to be leaning in that direction. Customised pills were expensive. Very expensive. It was a good thing that the government covered the cost until they were able to start working, but it also meant that it was rather unlikely that the bottle would have the wrong prescription written on it.

His mother's concerned look immediately deepened. "Of course. Did something happen? Did you get hit by a Quirk or something on the way here?"

"No, no," he replied reflexively, hoping to alleviate her worry as soon as possible. "It's just that I had a strange dream where I was an Omega," he said, lying through his teeth.

"Oh," she said, letting out a light laugh. "I was worried for a moment there. Well then, you better get going soon. Make sure you take care of that cut properly. Or go get it healed from Recovery Girl."

Izuku smiled at her, adoration for her filling him. She was still so gentle and concerned about him all the time. According to her, mothers never stopped worrying. Her concern gave him a warm, fluffy feeling. It felt like he was basking under the sunlight on a cold winter day.

In order not to worry her further, he quickly left the house carrying his backpack. There was nothing inside it other than a few notebooks that had already been placed inside. Along the way to the dormitories, he nodded to people along the way, smiling at them, subconsciously activating his Quirk and keeping it on a low simmer. He was so used to using his Quirk that it had already become second nature to him. Most of the time, he forgot he was even using it and actually had to put in some effort to reign it back in.

Looks like he could use his Quirk already, even though he's still in the midst of puberty. He absentmindedly entered the dormitories, entering his room. It was a good thing he hadn't met any of his friends along the way, or anyone he recognized. He was still processing things. He wasn't quite sure how he made it back to the UA dormitories. Probably his subconscious guiding him.

The green-haired future Hero silently lay down on his bed in a daze.

Everything that happened to him so far suddenly came crashing down. He hoped he was having a dream, but he knew he was just delaying the inevitable. You don't feel pain in dreams. He wasn't dreaming, he wasn't in an Illusion, and he definitely hadn't time travelled.

It seems more like he'd… entered a parallel dimension or alternate universe. He was probably stuck. Quirk or not, the fact that he was here had already created a split in the universe. There was probably another ten other dimensions where he hadn't hopped to that were all embarking on different paths.

Izuku sighed, and he mourned. He mourned for the future that would never happen, for the past that would never exist, and the friends he had made. Heroes he'd met and lost, his mother who would never be the same as the one in his memory.

Everyone existed here, but they weren't his friends. They weren't his loved ones, and they would never be the same. He didn't know if his appearance had created a difference already, just like how a butterfly's wings flapping could create a whole natural disaster.

Izuku groaned and scrubbed at his face, rolling over in his bed. His mind was throwing all the different things that could happen for the worse at him.

The sound of rattling pills brought him out of the negative feedback that his mind was feeding him. He glanced down at the bottle of suppressants and let out a hollow laugh.

Of course, there was that.

He was an Alpha now.

He'd gone from being an Omega to an Alpha. Who knows the things that could change because of that. Some things would never happen, and some things would.

He wasn't sure what was going to happen.

Midoriya Izuku was an Alpha. An Alpha.

Not just any Alpha. His customised pills literally screamed at him that he was one of the Alphas that he'd only read about in his previous life. He was literally part of the 0.01% of Alphas on the Alpha scale. How strange that his alternate self was so high on the Alpha scale.

He'd been an Omega around the middle to lower range in his dimension, so it was strange that his alternate self ranked so highly. You'd think he'd just change secondary genders and stay around the same ranking, but apparently the universe worked in strange ways. Maybe there was another alternate self of his out there that was a Beta as well.

Izuku silently screamed into his pillow, venting all the negative emotions that had invaded him. If his pillow was slightly wet, he was sure no one would fault him. He'd practically lost everything, after all.

He felt better now that he'd gotten all the negative feelings out. Izuku got up and placed the bottle on his desk. Izuku smiled and felt hope for a better future. Perhaps he would be able to change some things for the better now.

Maybe the previous Izuku was gone, but he'd live his current life to the fullest so that he had as little regrets as possible. For the both of them.

The green-haired teen fell back onto his bed.

What would being an Alpha feel like? Izuku let out a slight laugh. Who else would be able to say they know what being another secondary gender feels like?

Izuku stretched on the bed, feeling better about everything. He was still sad that he'd left his family and friends behind, but another version of them existed here. He'd try his best to treat them as separate people and try not to assume, but if he could help them, he wouldn't hold back.

He smiled. The feeling of hope and anticipation for the future bloomed within his chest.