She strode into the classroom with the pride and purpose of someone that belonged there. Snow white hair trailed down her back, bouncing with her every twist and turn like the tail of a comet. The horn jutted out nearly six inches from the above her right eyebrow was a soft yellow and looked sharp enough to cut. But it was her eyes that captivated him the most, a brilliant red that was filled with confidence and purpose.

And they were locked onto him. A soft, almost knowing smile was growing on her face with each step she took towards him. She passed through the desks of his classmates like a ship on a calm sea, her course set, target dead ahead. The burgundy sweater she wore was highlighted by her black skirt and navy blue tights that vanished into her brown boots.

She was a woman in the prime of her youth. She stopped in front of him, her hand planted firmly on his desk, a sparkling ring rested on her ring finger. She was married? To who? Did he save someone? Did he save her? He would have remembered her. Just who was she? His heart pounded, going crazier by the moment as those ruby eyes bore into him, but instead of revealing everything that he was, he found himself reading those eyes far too much.

They were grateful, happy, confident, but beyond that, there was a tiredness to them like she was searching for a place to rest. She touched his chin, holding his head in place, lips puckering as she leaned in.

Was she going to kiss him? Why was she going to kiss him? Why was everybody just sitting there while this happened? Nothing was stopping him from moving, but he couldn't, so much as keep his eyes open. Instead, he found himself preparing for a kiss that seemed as inevitable as the sun setting. But nothing could prepare him for this.

She stopped so close he could feel the ghost of her lips on his, but they remained separated. He could feel her smile and then laugh. It was only when she pulled back did he dare to open up his eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry Izuku," There was something magical about the way she said his name, her lips curling into a lopsided smile that left his head spinning. "You haven't met me yet, have you?"

His throat was dry, brain scattered, desperately searching for words that did not exist. "Sorry?"

She gave a fake pout that was somehow happier than her smile, "Oh poo, I thought that while I was around I'd stop by and steal your first kiss. Oh well, I guess you'll just have to wait for me then."

"Huh?"

"Oh, nothing, well I have to be going now, don't forget about me alright?" She spun on her heel, humming a familiar sound with both hands behind her back. With the sharpness of a knife, she turned her gaze falling down onto Ochaco, then back towards him, fingers waving goodbye. "I'll see you soon."

She continued to pass everybody like it was nothing out of the unordinary. It was only when she reached the stunned Aizawa did she stop to bow towards him. "Bye dad, it was nice seeing you again."

And just as she appeared from nowhere, she vanished, leaving nothing but a blue spark where she once stood and the faint smell of ozone.

It was Kacchan to speak first, twisting in his seat to glare at him, for once he looked more confused than angry. "What the fuck was that?"

All eyes fell on him, many of them red-faced as his embarrassment was spreading to them like a cold. A few gave him a thumbs up like it what just happened was something of an achievement. But most looked on in confusion. "I don't know?"

As a class, their gaze turned to Aizawa-sensei who looked to be in a middle state of shock. He coughed into his hand and looked to gather himself as though he was going to try and explain everything. "I don't have a daughter, I have a cat."

"Then who was she!" That demand came from the red-faced Ochako that looked ready to fall over from a heart attack at a moments notice. Her desk floating upward as she slapped both hands onto it. She gave a breath, barely managing to calm down enough to return her desk to normal.

"Yea, and why didn't you stop her?" Mina joined in, despite being one of the ones to give him a thumbs up moments ago.

"She did no harm, as to who she is, she's apparently someone with a quirk that can allow them to come and go as they please." Aizawa turned to the board giving them a cold shoulder. "But she is the least of your worries, the sports festival is coming up."

XXXX

Despite his best effort, he couldn't get that woman out of his head. In no more than a minute she had been planted in his mind with roots that rivaled his admiration for All Might, though she was just a bud, with very little to grow on. The question of who she was was laced in his every breath like steam on a cold morning.

And he couldn't help but shake the feeling that she was important to him. Even now her gaze of fire shook him to his core. And that playful smirk was branded into his mind. How many moments of his life were going to change everything? When he was first told he had no quirk, when he met all Might, tried to save Kacchan, when All Might told him he could be a hero, when he received One for All, when he joined U.A, and now this; some woman nearly kissing him and holding his mind hostage with an overabundant amount of charm and beauty.

Red eyes, hair like snow, a horn, and quirk that let her appear and disappear out of nowhere. In theory, she stood out like a sore thumb and be easy to find. Most hero lookups could be done simple enough, but what if she wasn't a hero? She didn't seem like a villain. But he doubted that look in her eyes was from someone normal.

"Don't forget about her?" He groaned collapsing onto his bed, staring at his computer, he had a feeling even if he tried to look for her that he would find nothing. "I don't even know her."

He replayed that scene again and again in his head. She knew him. She knew him before he even knew her. This was his first time meeting her but not her first time meeting him? She wanted to steal his first kiss; Steal it from who? Why did she want his? Wasn't she married?

She had a wedding ring on. Or at least that's what he thought it was.

What else was there? Oh right, she called Aizawa-sensei Dad. That was weird, in so many different ways, she looked closer in age to his little sister than a daughter, and she was at least twenty. And there was no way that Aizawa was in a relationship with someone that would call him Dad. Probably.

He flopped onto his back staring at the ceiling. "She met me before, I haven't met her, she wanted to steal my first kiss, and she appeared and disappeared out of nowhere. And we'll meet again."

He shot out of bed one hand covering his mouth as the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. It seemed so outlandish and completely out of the realm of possibilities. But that's what quirks were weren't they? They broke every known rule about them.

Was her quirk time travel?

AN: Here's a preview of what I'll be writing after I finish No Laughing Matter. I hope you all enjoy this.