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“...to? Shouto, it’s time to get up.”
“Ugh, Mom, just five more minutes.”
Izuku heard a gasp that finally pulled him from his slumber. He sat up, rubbing his eyes in a futile attempt to wake himself.. He longed to return to sleep, his covers feeling softer and more enticing than usual. Finally, he opened his eyes, barely registering his room as unrecognizable before being smothered by something. He froze, his brain surging with anxiety. Kacchan? Already? He’d just woken up, how could he-
It was a hug.
Izuku stalled, unsure of what to do. He tried to calm his breathing and steady his heart. Was there something special today? His mom usually wouldn’t mob him like that so early in the morning.
His mom also usually didn’t have white hair.
Izuku locked eyes with the white-haired woman embracing him. Despite the hair color, she was young, no older than her late twenties. She wore a lavender sweater over a white button up shirt, dressed as though she was running off to a meeting. A pair of glasses with dark, rectangular steel frames completed the look, standing out against the red streaks scattered throughout her hair. She gave him a concerned look. Who was she, and why was she worrying over him?
“Shouto, did you dream about Mom again?” The woman asked. It took him a few seconds to realize that he was the Shouto she was referring to.
“Uh…” He was speechless. Was she implying they were siblings? He considered asking her, but by the time he decided against it, she had already begun to speak.
“It’s okay, Shouto. I miss her too. But, on the brighter side of things, Father’s business deal is taking longer than he thought, so won’t be back until tonight. I’ll make anything for breakfast you’d like! No need to stick to Father’s diets.”
Her dad seems horrible. Still confused, Izuku muttered the first food that came to mind. “Katsudon?”
The white haired woman laughed. “An odd choice for breakfast, but a promise is a promise. I’ll see what I can do. Now get up! I have to be at work at 8:00.” She sped out of the room, muttering to herself about his odd breakfast request. Izuku stared at the door in confusion. It lead to a hallway of dark, sleek bamboo, nothing like the worn wood in his own house. This is one vivid dream, he thought. What else could it be? Where else would he have a sister with white hair, or be sleeping in an unknown bedroom, or have his chest be so…
Izuku leapt out of bed, barely catching his balance. The bed was higher than his own, and he felt as if he were falling for a single moment before crashing into the ground. Stumbling, he finally assessed the room he woke up in. It was large but bare, with only a bed and a desk as a measly attempt to fill the space. The walls were white, a vast contrast from the primary-colored posters plastered over every inch of his own room. He reached for a door opposite the bed to find a closet, split between plain athletic training clothes and a variety of tuxedos, suits, and ties. Against the door was a full length mirror, and Izuku stared back at a body completely unlike his own.
His hair was a shock of red and white, split perfectly down the center. His right eye was grey, faded against the white hair above it, but his left eye was a striking turquoise, standing out against the crimson hair on that side. The left side of his face, from the edge of his scalp to his cheek bone, was red and wrinkled, a massive scar that could only have come from a traumatic accident. A few smaller scars trailed down his neck, as though small sparks had splashed off of whatever had burned him. Izuku’s eyes took this in from top to bottom, stopping with a gasp of glee at his chest.
It was flat.
Holy shit, it was flat.
Izuku patted at his chest, marveling at the feeling he’d been dreaming of since puberty. There weren’t even any scars! He could have stared at his new body forever. And he would have, as long as this dream lasted, until-
“Shouto! I have your crazy breakfast katsudon! Hurry up!”
Izuku finally pulled himself away from the mirror with a smile. He hoped he’d never wake up.