(A/N: So I've been wanting to do a MHA fanfic for the LONGEST time and well this idea had been shaking around in my head for a while and as far as I could find I haven't seen this specific idea yet so I figured might as well. So before you begin please note for this story I made slight alterations to Twice's cannon quirk so please keep that in mind. I would also like to say I was inspired to make this fic after reading 'Green Tea Rescue by ss3dj' if you haven't read that fic I HIGHLY recommend you do)

Izuku Midoriya was four years old when his life began to change.

Izuku had always been fascinated by quirks. Watching his friends get theirs made him all the more excited for the day he would receive his own power. Izuku had always wondered if he would receive his mother's telekinesis or maybe his father's fire breath.

However Izuku never would have expected the quirk he was destined to receive was not his mother's or father's nor a combination of the two but instead a mutation that would change his life forever.

Izuku was in his room playing with his All Might toy waving the plastic figure around imitating how his favorite hero was able jump massive heights.

Izuku had always loved this toy it was one of his favorite possessions. He loved this toy so much he knew every detail about it the year it was made, the company that made it, its height, its width, everything.

Although sometimes Izuku felt nervous playing with the toy. What if he accidently broke his toy while playing with it? He loved playing with the action figure but he wanted to keep it as long as possible. Sometimes Izuku wished he had two of the toys, one to keep on his shelf and one to play with.

As Izuku was thinking about the possibility of having two All Might action figures his thoughts were interrupted as a clay like substance emitted from the boy's arm.

Izuku was about to panic but any fear the boy may have had halted as the goop began to take form and changing color and before Izuku knew it there was another All Might toy laying on the floor of his room. Izuku cautiously picked up the new toy and compared it to the toy that was already in his hand.

It was an exact copy. Even down to the scratches the original had.

It was then that Izuku had realized what had happened and grew an almost face splitting smile.


Inko Midoriya was in her home's kitchen preparing a nice lunch for her and her son quietly humming as she deiced an onion with a kitchen knife.

"MOM MOM MOM!" Izuku's shout halted Inko's movement cold and the mother turned to see Izuku running out of his room with two All Might toys, one in each hand.

"Didn't Izuku only have one of those All Might dolls? Maybe Hisashi bought him another one by mistake."

Before Inko could tell her son not to scare her by yelling Izuku tripped and one of the All Might toys flew out of the child's hand. The momentum caused the toy to fly at the wall. The moment the figure made contact with the wall the toy broke apart and melted into some kind of liquid goo.

Upon seeing this Izuku almost began tearing up.

"No! I just made that!" Izuku exclaimed. What happened to the toy?!

Seeing as her son was about to start crying Inko scooped Izuku into her arms and attempted to comfort the boy.

"Sweetie don't cry, tell me what happened and what's the goo on the wall?" Inko calmly asked.

With a sniff Izuku rubbed his eyes and began explaining.

"I was in my room playing and then I thought about having two All Might toys and then-" Izuku's explanation was cut short once as once again more clay like goop sprouted from Izuku's arms and created yet another duplicate of the All Might toy.

Both mother and son were speechless at what transpired as Izuku began vibrating with excitement.

"I have a quirk! I have a quirk! I have a quirk!" Izuku repeated with glee.

Inko, who had tears of joy forming in her eyes, spun Izuku around and pulled him close for a loving hug.

"My little hero finally has his quirk."

Inko decided to change her plan for lunch and make katsudon instead to celebrate.

The next day Inko took Izuku to the doctors to examine his quirk. The process took five hours two doctors and quirk specialist, who had a quirk that allowed them to find out what a person's quirk by watching them use it (which was convenient), but after all that both mother and son finally figured out what Izuku's quirk was

The quirk was a mutation that had nothing to do with either parent's quirk that allowed Izuku to make a copy of anything given that he knew details of the object including exact measurements, specific markings, etc. Unfortunately, as with most quirks, there were drawbacks the first being that Izuku could only make one copy of an item and only one until the copy disappears the other being that the copy had a notable decrease in durability and once the created object had taken enough damage it would essentially melt into a mud like substance.

And thanks to the quirk specialist's ability additional information was provided such as that the created objects can last as long as possible, considering they don't take too much damage. Another bit of information that was learned was that Izuku could make the objects disappear by snapping his fingers while thinking about making the objects disappear.

Once all the information was recorded Izuku's quirk was officially named: Twice.

The doctors had told him that even with the drawbacks his quirk was very powerful and when Izuku left he was beaming with pure joy.

Unfortunately Izuku was unaware of the downward spiral his life was about to face.


The next day Izuku couldn't get to school fast enough.

After entering the class room Izuku spotted a head of spiky blond hair and rushed over to his explosive friend's desk.

"Kacchan! I finally got my quirk!" Izuku exclaimed not wasting any time.

Bakugo looked up to the approaching mop of green hair.

"No kidding Deku? Well don't keep me waiting what shitty quirk did you get?" Katsuki asked.

"My quirk is called twice, I can make copies of anything if I know enough stuff about it."

"Really?" That actually sounded pretty cool.

Bakugo pulled a pencil out of his school bag and handed it to Izuku.

"Show me, make me a copy of my pencil." Bakugo asked/ordered.

Izuku eagerly nodded and pulled a small tape measurer that his mother had bought for him after the doctor's appointment from his pocket.

After measuring the length and diameter of the pencil Izuku handed the original back to Bakugo and held out his hand.

Instantly the goo like substance sprouted in Izuku's palm and formed an identical copy of the original pencil. Once formed Izuku handed the copy to Bakugo.

Bakugo compared the two pencils and sure enough he couldn't find a single difference. And just to be sure Bakugo pulled out a piece of paper and tried writing with the copied pencil.

"Man you weren't kidding when you said copies Deku is there any difference at all?" Bakugo asked.

"Well the copies I make are weaker than the original." Izuku explained.

Upon hearing this Bakugo took the pencil in both hand and attempted to snap it in half but before the copy could snap in half, like a normal pencil would, the copy melted into a mud like substance in Bakugo's hands dripping onto his desk.

"Gross! You could've given me a warning Deku!" Bakugo yelled as he wiped the mud like residue on his pants.

"Oh sorry Kacchan." Izuku quickly apologized.

"So all you do is make weaker versions of shit? That's not a very heroic quirk Deku, not like mine." Bakugo said smugly causing Izuku to look down with a sullen look on his face.

Seeing this Bakugo rolled his eyes "Well I guess it's not completely useless you might make a half way decent sidekick."

Izuku's eyes immediately brightened up "You really think so Kacchan?" Izuku asked excitedly.

"Sure, if you're lucky I might let be my sidekick so you can at least be somewhat popular." Bakugo said.

While any other kid would have taken that statement as an insult Izuku was practically beaming.

Soon the pair's class started and life went on as normal.


It had been a month since Izuku got his quirk and he was still just as happy as the day he got it. Kids and teachers thought his quirk was amazing, then again it might be because Izuku was often asked for a spare pencil but he didn't mind.

Currently Izuku was being dropped off at his home off by Bakugo and his mom.

After exiting the minivan Izuku turned and gave a small bow. "Thanks for the ride Aunt Mitsuki."

Mitsuki gave a thumbs up from the driver's seat. "No problem squirt, tell your mom she's always welcome to ask me." Mitsuki said with a smile.

Izuku gave a small nod and thanked her again.

While walking away he overheard a conversation/argument erupt from the van.

"HOW COME YOU DON'T APPRECIATIE ME LIKE HE DOES!?"

"SHUT IT YOU OLD HAG."

Izuku gave a small chuckle as he approached his front door.

And what was on the other side shocked him

"DAD!" Izuku shouted.

Hisashi turned to his son and grew a cheshire like grin.

"Hey kiddo how'ya been?" Hisashi asked ruffling Izuku's hair.

"What are you doing here? Mom said you were still overseas." Izuku said almost jumping up and down with excitement.

"I was, but when I head my little buddy got himself a pretty neat quirk I booked the first flight back." Hisashi explained.

"Oh Izuku, I didn't realize you were back already." Inko said coming from the kitchen with a neutral expression on her face.

"Mom why didn't you tell me dad was visiting?" Izuku asked.

"Oh believe me sweetie it was a surprise for me too." Inko said with a slight edge that was lost on Izuku.

"Are you staying for dinner?" Izuku asked his father hopefully.

"Sure am champ I've missed your mother's cooking too much to pass up that offer." Hisashi said throwing an arm around Inko causing her to tense ever so slightly.

If anyone else had been at the dinner table in the Midoriya household they would have picked up on the awkward tension, however Izuku was too happy from having both parents home to notice.

"So champ I was thinking since you don't have school tomorrow how about you spend the day with your old man huh?" Hisashi said while sticking a piece of pork in his mouth.

"That sounds great! Do you want to come mom?" Izuku asked.

"No thanks sweetie, I need to run some errands tomorrow." Inko said expressionless while staring only at her food.

Soon after dinner Izuku was tucked into bed and sleep over came the small hero to be.

Until some noise woke him up.

Izuku sleepily woke up and got out of his bed while rubbing his eyes. Izuku heard what sounded like shouting the only got louder the closer he got to his door.

Izuku cracked the door of his room and what he saw made him freeze.

His parents were arguing.

Izuku was overcome with a sense of severe unease, he had never seen his parents argue before and from what he saw this didn't look like one of the small insignificant shouting matches Kacchan got into with his parents.

"I can't believe you Hisashi we don't hear from you for almost a year and you show up without any warning and you want to use your own son for-for THAT!" Inko shouted angrily.

"Inko you're not looking at the big picture the kid can double our savings in an instant all I need to do is a quick atm run." Hisashi argued.

"You know when I called and told you what Izuku's quirk was I actually believed you wouldn't try something like this but I guess this is what I get for trying to see the best in you." Inko said pinching the bridge of her nose before continuing.

"You know he wants to be a hero right? If you force him to do this and get caught, which you will, it will ruin any chance he has." Inko angrily stated.

"Oh come on every little kid wants to be a hero I guarantee he'll grow out of it." Hisashi claimed.

That last statement stung Izuku hard. With tears forming in his eyes Izuku closed his bedroom door and climbed back in his bed and folded his pillow over his head covering his ears in an attempt to drown out the sound of the argument until he fell back asleep.

It took a long time for that to happen.

The next morning Izuku exited his room only to find his mother sitting in the living room holding her face in her hands.

"Mom?" Izuku quietly asked.

Inko looked up from her hand and calmly walked over to her son kneeling down to his eye level bracing herself for the inevitable question.

"Where's dad?" Izuku asked.

Inko bit her lip before she answered. "Your father's work called him back, unfortunately he had to leave before you got up."

"Oh." Izuku quietly said as he looked down tears forming in his eyes. Inko slowly pulled Izuku into a tight hug as tears started sprouting from her own eyes.

Despite her claims of errands the previous night Inko spent the day with her son.

The next day at school Bakugo picked up on Izuku's sullen mood. After Izuku explained what happened Bakugo clicked his tongue and said "Adults are stupid." And that was the last Izuku ever talked about what happened that night, but it wasn't the last he thought about it.


It was one year after Izuku got his quirk that Izuku leaned a life changing application of his power.

Izuku and Bakugo were playing at a local playground. Normally they would be joined by their other friends however they busy that day.

"Man this sucks we don't have enough kids to play heroes." Bakugo said as he angrily kicked a stray stone.

"Maybe we can find someone to play with us?" Izuku suggested.

That's when the idea popped in Izuku's head.

"Or maybe we MAKE someone." Izuku suggested.

"What do ya mean Deku?" Bakugo asked.

"Well the doctors told me that my quirk can make a copy of anything so what if I made a copy of you." Izuku excitedly suggested.

"Can you even do that?" Bakugo asked.

"I won't know until I try." Izuku asked pulling out his tape measurer.

"Alright Deku, now THAT'S thinking like a hero." Bakugo said with a smirk.

Once Izuku got Bakugo's height and chest size he attempted to create a Bakugo copy.

Izuku sprouted more clay like goop than he had ever before. As the substance began to take form is melted apart right as it began to take shape.

"What the hell was that, so you can't make people?" Bakugo said in a tone that was a mixture of anger and disappointment.

Izuku brought a hand to his chin. "Maybe not it looked close to forming. When I make a copy I need as many details as possible so I might need more measurements." Izuku mumbled to himself.

"For fuck's sake deku stop mumbling and measure me again dammit." Bakugo said angrily.

After another twenty minutes of Izuku measuring everything from waist line to shoe size Izuku finally felt that he had enough information and tried once again.

Once Izuku let the goop pour from his arms the mud like substance began to successfully take form and soon there was a second living breathing Bakugo Katsuki standing before the two boys.

"Okay even I'll admit this is awesome." Bakugo said.

"No kidding no villain could ever take on two of us even if I'm a weaker shitty clone." The second Bakugo said.

"I actually take back what I said Deku if you can do this then you're definitely going to be my sidekick." Bakugo stated but when he didn't receive a response both Bakugo looked over to Izuku who was in the middle of a mumble storm.

"If I can make another person how often do I have to check measurements? What memories do they have? If I don't re-measure for a long time will I just make a child version?" Izuku mumbled causing both Bakugos to let out an annoyed sigh.

"Shut up Deku!" Both Bakugos shouted in unison.

Once Deku was broken out of his mumble storm he brought a hand to the back of his head and apologized before a question popped in his head.

"Hey Bakuclone, you said 'even though I'm a weaker clone' how did you know you were a clone?" Izuku asked.

The Bakugo clone rolled his eyes with a groan "Okay first of course you would come up with a dumbass name like that, second when I formed or whatever I already saw myself standing beside you, and since I know you can only make one copy it wasn't hard to out two and two together." Bakuclone answered.

"For real Deku even a mud for brain version of myself could figure that out how couldn't you." Bakugo stated causing his clone's eye to twitch.

"Who're you calling mud for brains you damn extra." Bakuclone shouted with his palms sparking.

"Woah! The clone can even use you quirk." Izuku noted in wonder.

"How you calling me an extra when you're literally an extra me dumbass." Bakugo shouted back.

"You wanna fucking go?"

"Damn right I do."

Before Izuku could attempt to prevent any fighting both Bakugos began firing off explosive blasts at each other. Each Bakugo landed jabs and blasts on the other until One Bakugo managed to get the upper hand and pin the other down with his hand on his head.

"DIE!" The Bakugo on top yelled as he let lose a point blank blast from his palm causing the pinned down Bakugo to revert back to the muddy goop.

Standing up Bakugo wiped some splattered goo from his face with a smirk. "Damn Deku you can even make some kick ass sparring partners." Bakugo said as he turned to see Izuku who looked as pale as a ghost.

"Deku?" Bakugo asked.

"K-kacchan you-you killed him." Izuku stuttered out.

"What?" Bakugo asked genuinely confused.

"How-how could you just kill him like that?" Izuku asked as he fell to his knees.

"He was just a clone deku it wasn't like he was actually alive." Bakugo stated.

"But-but he was talking he-he was-."

"DEKU." Bakugo shouted he could see his friend was freaking out and needed a reality check.

"Look you make perfect copies right?" Bakugo asked causing Izuku to nod. "Well if that's the case than I would be fine with getting blasted into paste."

"W-what?" Izuku asked.

"If I knew I was a clone I'd have no problem melting because I's know the real me is still kicking." Bakugo explained however Izuku still didn't totally convinced. "If you don't believe me make another clone and ask him yourself." Bakugo shouted

"What do you mean?" Izuku asked.

Bakugo rolled his eyes as he explained. "Make another clone and ask him if he minds getting turned back into a pile of crap, and if he really is just like me he'll tell you the same thing." Bakugo said.

Izuku didn't know what to do so instead of arguing he shakily extended his arms and created another Bakugo clone.

"K-kacchan-"

"I don't care." The clone said immediately.

"H-huh." Izuku choked out.

"I have the original's memories idiot so I know what you're about to ask so I'm telling you I don't care, I know I'm a clone so I know I'M expendable but he" The clone pointed a thumb at the real Bakugo "Isn't, as long as he's fine I don't care what happens to me Deku." Bakuclone explained.

Color slowly started to come back to Izuku's face.

"I-I still don't know about this." Izuku said standing back up.

With a groan the clone made a suggestion. "What if you just make me a pile of crap?"

"What do you mean?" Izuku asked.

"What I mean is you might feel better if you do it yourself, I know you can make what you copy disappear by snapping your fingers just do that." Bakuclone suggested.

"But I can't just do that to you." Izuku cried.

"For the love of God Deku I JUST told you its fine, just snap you fucking fingers and you'll understand or some shit I seriously won't care." Bakuclone said.

Izuku looked back at the original Bakugo who merely shrugged. "I was going to suggest the same thing."

Of course was.

Izuku took another look at the clone and took a breath, shut his eyes tight, and shakily snapped his fingers while thinking of the clone.

Izuku heard the sound of the clone melting away Izuku opened his eyes to see that all that remained of the clone was a puddle of mud.

"Do you feel better now?" Bakugo asked with a feeling of annoyance and mild concern.

Izuku didn't say anything but rather made yet another clone of Bakugo.

"You really don't care?" Izuku asked

"Fuck's sake Deku how many times do you need to hear it?!" Bakuclone yelled.

Izuku needed to hear it four more times that day.

And after the two spent the day dealing with Izuku's existential moral crisis some poor soul spent an obscene amount of time cleaning up a large amount of a mud from the public park


It had been three months since Izuku had made a clone of a real person for the first time. And it was after this day his life would never be the same.

Izuku woke up bright an early that day. There was no school that day and he had plans to hang out with Kacchan and their other friends.

When Izuku left his room he saw his mother standing at the kitchen sink while scrubbing away at a suds covered plate letting out a frustrated sigh that was not lost on Izuku.

"Is something wrong mom?" Izuku innocently asked.

Inko tuned to her son and gave a tired smile. "No sweetie I'm fine I just have a lot to do today." Inko explained.

Ever the good son Izuku stepped up. "Do you want me to help?" he offered.

Inko gave soft smile. "Oh that's sweet of you dear but weren't you going to go play with Bakugo today?"

"We weren't going to meet up for a little while I can help until then." Izuku said with a smile.

"Oh Izuku, you are your mother's little hero thank you." Inko said giving Izuku a hug.

After writing up a small list of chores and handing it to her son Inko grabbed her purse and made way the front door.

"I just need to run to the grocery store sweetie if you can do a couple things on that list it'll help me out a lot." Inko said.

"Leave it to me Mom." Izuku said giving his mother a smile imitating his favorite hero.

Inko gave her son another smile and left the apartment.

Izuku looked at the list and grew a slight frown. The list was longer than Izuku had thought it would be and doing it all by himself would more than likely make him late from meeting up with Bakugo.

Suddenly an idea popped into Izuku's head, one that he couldn't believe he hadn't tried before.

Izuku ran to the middle of the room and held out his arm and closed his eyes in concentration.

Normally when Izuku copied something (or someone) he had to have as much data as possible to create a perfect image in his head.

But since this was himself he was making it made sense that he already had a perfect image.

After all who would know Izuku better than himself?

And soon a large amount of mud exited his arm and take an identical form came to be.

"Oh man it worked!" Izuku excitedly shouted.

"This is so cool, why haven't we tried this before?" Izuku2 asked.

"I don't know, but now we can get this list done for mom even faster." Izuku said holding the list up, however Izuku2 brought a hand to his chin as a thought entered the clone's mind.

"Maybe we can make more help!" Izuku2 suggested.

"But I already made you and our quirk can't make more than one copy." Izuku reasoned with a raised eyebrow.

"But remember when we first copied Kacchan and his clone was able to use his quirk." Izuku2 reminded his original self.

Izuku's eyes widened in realization. "Try it! Try it! Try it!" Izuku repeated eagerly.

Izuku2 held out his own arm waiting to see if his theory would prove to be true. Much to the surprise and elation of both Izukus a third appeared before them and the trio began jumping up and down in excitement.

"So I can make only one copy, but my copy can make another copy." Izuku surmised.

"We could make so many of us!" Izuku3 said.

"Maybe we can show Kacchan, but for now let's focus on Mom's list." Izuku2 suggested earning a nod from the other two Izukus.

After taking another look at the list the trio of green haired boys decided they might need even more help.

So they made another and another and just one more for good measure.

In total there were six Izukus in total.

With six people all doing chores at the same time the Midoriya household looked spotless before any of them knew it.

"Alight that's all of the things on the list." An Izuku said as he turned to the rest. "Thanks for all your help guys." The Izuku said with a bow as he brought up his hands to snap his fingers.

"Wait what are you doing?" Another Izuku asked.

The Izuku in question raised an eyebrow. "We're done so I thought I'd just….ya know." He said referring to his held up fingers.

"But you're not the original." The accusing Izuku said causing all others to freeze and tense up.

"What? Yes I am." The accused Izuku said as if it were obvious.

"No I am!"

And that's when it began.

"Both of you are wrong I'm the original!" Another Izuku shouted.

"No I'm the original!"

"I am!"

Soon the room of Izukus began to panic as none of them could remember who the original was.

"Guys, there's an easy solution to this, if we all snap our fingers then only the original will be left right?" One Izuku tried to reason.

Maybe if they were older and wise enough to see the logic behind that suggestion or were brave enough like Bakugo to do it the imminent tragedy could have been avoided.

However neither were the case as these were scared, stressed, young children who were afraid of, as they saw it, dying.

"W-wait b-but I don't want to disappear." A frightened Izuku pleaded.

"Don't worry when Kacchan-"

"That was Kacchan! And at least he KNEW he was a clone."

As more arguing continued and shouting got louder one Izuku separated from the group and walked back into the kitchen just to get away from the shouting.

He didn't know what was going on! Was he real?! Was he fake?! Was he Izuku Midoriya?! He didn't know!

That's when he saw it.

A Kitchen knife resting on the counter. Presumably left out by ?his? mother to dry after being washed.

The Izuku grabbed the handle.

He wasn't going to use it obviously! He just wanted to keep the other away so he could think this through!

Unbeknownst to that Izuku was walking up behind him. This Izuku saw his clone go into the kitchen. The clone looked scarred so Izuku was going to check to see if he was okay. That's what heroes do.

Unfortunately when Izuku put a hand on the duplicates shoulder. Unfortunately that was enough to scare the other Izuku causing him to swiftly turn around.

With the knife still in his hand.

It was an accident when the blade met the flesh of Izuku's forehead. And due to the momentum the knife made a deep upwards cut causing Izuku to fall back onto the floor.

Izuku's head hurt. It stung. He could feel something wet leaking from it.

His vision was getting blurry. He could only hear bits and pieces.

"He attacked him!"

"N-no I-"

"He's going to try and kill us!"

The last thing Izuku heard before blacking out was the sound of fighting.


Inko was walking to her front door with grocery bags in hand.

She felt so lucky that Izuku had decided to help her clean around the apartment.

"Though is it really lucky if it's just the type of person he is?" Inko thought to herself.

Izuku really was a wonderful son. Polite. Helpful. Kind to others.

"And growing up too fast."

Inko let out a small sigh.

Inko knew Izuku had wanted to become a hero. And when her son finally got his quirk it pretty much confirmed that dream was going to be a reality.

She was concerned of course. She had seen so many heroes on T.V. get horribly hurt in the line of duty. But Inko didn't have it in her to dissuade her son of his dreams so she was going to support him all the way!

Inko's gaze went down into one of the grocery bags and spotted the box for the limited time All Might themed snack cakes. A little treat to thank her little hero for his help.

Inko arrived at her door, unlocked it and slowly walked in.

"Izuku I got you something to thank you for your hel-"

Inko's words died on her tongue a she dropped the bags of food on the floor and brought a hand to the mouth of her horrified expression.

Inside the Midoriya household were piles of mud, overturned furniture, and her little hero laying on the floor in a puddle of blood with a stained knife right next to him.

It was then that the neighbors heard the terror filled scream of a mother.


Bakugo. Was. Pissed.

First Deku decided to ditch him for whatever reason leaving him with some damn extras.

Then while walking on an overturned tree he fell off like an ass and landed into a creek.

In front of the extras!

Bakugo marched inside his house, clothes still damp, expecting to get a verbal lashing from his mother.

Instead what he saw was his mother looking pale nervously biting on thumbs fingernail.

Once Mitsuki noticed her son's return she immediately made her way to her son's side.

"Katsuki we need to go to the hospital." Mitsuki said sounding slightly shook.

The hospital? Why? Did one of the extras tell their parents what happened at the creek who then told her? He was fine!

Mitsuki spoke before Bakugo could protest. "Izuku's been hurt and we need to go see him and his mother."

Bakugo's eyes widened.

Deku? Hurt? The fuck was he standing around for then?!

After a silent car ride to the hospital Bakugo rushed through the front doors, much to the protest of his mother, and soon the pair were led to a patient room by a nurse.

Once inside Bakugo saw Izuku sitting on a bed wearing a patient gown holding his hands to both sides of his head. He seemed to be hooked up to a heart rate monitor making a steady beeping sound. But what caught Bakugo's attention was that Izuku's entire upper head was wrapped in bandaging and his eye looked like they had dark circles around them.

Izuku looked horrible. His face bore a look of terror and was visibly shaking as if the room was freezing.

Inko was seated by her son's bed holding a comforting hand on Izuku's back. Her eyes were red and puffy from the amount of tears she had been shedding.

"Inko." Mitsuki softly said as the blonde mother walked over to her friend.

Inko looked at the arrival of her friend and stood up not leaving her child's side and accepted the comforting hug given to her.

"Inko what ha-" Mitsuki began to ask but was stopped by Inko holding up a finger.

Inko looked to her son. "Izuku, do you mind if I step outside with Mitsuki? I'll be right outside the door." Inko assured.

"Yes….N-no…..Yes." Was Izuku's shaky response.

Inko looked unsure but decided to talk with Mitsuki outside. Once the door closed Bakugo, who was in stunned silence, finally spoke up.

"Deku?" He asked only to receive silence.

"Who did this to you?" Bakugo asked only getting more silence causing the explosion quirk user to ball his fists in anger.

"Just give me a name Deku and I'll blow their ass to kingdom come!" Bakugo shouted.

"M-me." Izuku quietly said

"What?" Bakugo asked.

"I-I did this."

"What?! Why? How?" Bakugo pressed.

Izuku gripped his head slightly harder as he explained. "Mom asked me to help her clean, but it was a long list so I thought I could make help so I made more of m-me, six I t-think." Izuku said.

Bakugo's eyes widened. "I though your quirk could only make one copy?"

Izuku shook his head slowly still only staring downwards. "I made a copy then that copy made a copy and that copy made a copy and th-"

"Okay I get that part, but Deku that sounds cool you can make as many of yourself as you want." Bakugo said.

"IT'S NOT COOL!" Izuku shouted causing Bakugo to flinch.

Neither boy noticed the increase of beeps.

"Once we got done cleaning we couldn't figure out who the original was, then we-they-we started fighting then one of us-them grabbed a knife and and and." Izuku began stuttering as the heart rate monitor began picking up in pace catching Bakugo's attention.

"Deku c-calm down." Bakugo suggested.

"And the worst part Kacchan." Izuku began as he finally looked up at his friend in the eye with his hands still firmly planted on his head. "I don't know if I'm a clone or not!" Izuku shouted.

"W-what." Bakugo asked for what felt like the hundredth time.

Izuku turned his gaze back to the foot of his bed as his grip on the sides of his head tightened as if he was attempting to squish both sides together.

"So much happened so fast I can't remember who was who, I don't know if I'm a clone or if I'm the original." Izuku began tearing up. "I don't know if I'm real or not Kacchan."

Bakugo took a step forward. "Deku you ARE real." Bakugo assured.

Izuku once again turned to look at his friend. "HOW CAN YOU BE SURE!?" The green hair boy shouted.

At this point the heart monitor began beeping so loudly that two nurses and Inko rushed back into the room.

Before Bakugo could process what was happening his mother grabbed his arm and started dragging him away.

The last thing Bakugo saw was the nurses and Inko trying to calm Izuku down hearing him scream asking if he was real or not.


Bakugo didn't see Izuku for two weeks after that.

It was two weeks later the Izuku finally came back to school and all the kids were whispering about his. More specifically they were whispering about the large noticeable scare running down his forehead.

It was at recess that kids began crowding around Izuku asking what happened. Izuku, becoming stressed, brought his hands to the sides of his head

"Leave him the hell alone you damn extras or else." Bakugo yelled with small explosions popping in his palm causing the small crowd to flee.

Watching the crowd run away Bakugo walked up to his friend.

"You okay Deku?" The explosion quirk user asked.

"Y-yeah thanks Kacchan." Izuku mumbled.

"Tch whatever if the bother you again just grow a pair and stand up to them until I can bail you out." Bakugo said.

Izuku looked at Bakugo with a small smile. "Thanks Kacchan, I'm glad you're my friend." Izuku said sincerely.

Bakugo clicked his tongue and turned around to hide the small smirk growing on his lips.

Then suddenly Izuku spoke again in what sounded like a different tone of voice.

"You're the worst."

Bakugo immediately turned around with sparks popping in his hands. "The hell did you just say Deku?" He asked but paused as he saw Izuku covering his mouth with both hands looking terrified.

"Kacchan I didn't mean that I swear." Izuku promised.

Then in an instant Bakugo saw something change in Izuku's whole demeanor. He couldn't describe it but the Deku he's know all these years just seemed different when he spoke again.

"I meant every word."

And once again Izuku was back and covered his mouth with his hands with wide eyes and a fearful expression.

"Kacchan I think something's wrong with me." "I'm totally fine."

Bakugo immediately rushed Izuku to their teacher who in turned called Inko to pick up her son.

After that Bakugo didn't see Izuku for another two weeks.

(A/N: Okay first chapter done like I said I made some changes to Twice's cannon power for story reasons but it's still essentially the same. Anyway if you could take a second to leave a comment I'd appreciate it and if you spotted something wrong or have a suggestion feel free to speak up. Until next time.)