When Mangas Collide

CH 1: A Fateful Meeting

The world of Boku no Hero Academia rests peacefully for the night. The last of the civilians, pro-heroes and heroes-in-training turning in for a long-awaited rest after the UA's Cultural Festival. All is well—in this world, at least. The world adjacent to it, however, is in the midst of an eternal war, plagued by death and overrun with gigantic cannibalistic monsters. In another universe, two brothers travel the country to restore their original bodies through the power of a tiny crimson stone. In yet another, a high school student writes names in a notebook, while dramatically eating potato chips.

These worlds—and countless others—continue to exist alongside one another, for the most part, utterly oblivious to the plights of others adjacent to them. Only a selected few are aware of the existence of these other universes,' and even fewer can do anything with this knowledge. Those aware had most likely seen it in a dream. For the World of Dreams is one everyone visits, even if most are oblivious of this fact.

It was from this shared reality that an extremely powerful ability was created. The power to use dreams to see future events, possibly even the ability to visit other beings through shared dreams, if their wills proved to be strong enough. A power commonly known across various dimensions as Dream-Walking.

An ability born from a desperate need to change an undesirable fate, such as the case of one underground hero. While other heroes of his world sometimes developed another form of latent power to predict disaster, this hero's dormant ability was one from a long-forgotten bloodline.

Aizawa P. O. V.

Aizawa Shouta didn't understand the weird sixth sense ability some heroes had when it came to predicting disasters. The fidgety intensity that rolls off of Bakugou, Midoriya and All Might right before disaster strikes were something he learned to watch out for in them, but knew he'd never be able to emulate. His eyes were his power, so he tended to trust their ability to assess the situation above random gut feelings. Besides, he inherited his own way of predicting future events.

As a kid, Aizawa grew up hearing stories of how his family had once possessed prophetic eye abilities before quirks were discovered. This ability eventually diluting within his family over time as quirks became commonplace; until it became nothing more than occasional vivid dreams and instances of dèjá Vu. It wasn't much, but it was something. And with his class becoming the targets of more and more villain attacks, Aizawa would gladly take any advantage he could get if it meant protecting them.

When the shaggy-haired teacher found himself in the familiar black nothingness that indicated he was about to experience another prophetic dream, he prepared himself. Ready to take in every last detail in hopes that he could remember any potentially essential pieces of information given to him.

This dark void comprised mostly of dark space, though dark misty clouds hung overhead, shifting slowly. Images, often shown in confusing fragments, displayed within them like an old film, making them distorted at crucial moments. Different scenes played in each dream cloud, forcing Aizawa to divide his attention between them all. Noises had a habit of continually fluctuating within this space. While paying close attention to one dream, a sudden commotion from another will rip his attention away from it, or voices from one dream will fade out mid-sentence. Regardless, the underground hero trudges on, walking through this void as dream clouds displayed short scenes all around him.

The floor matched the rest of the space, making it difficult to determine where the floor ended, and the sky started. Often giving the underground hero the feeling of falling despite his bare feet being planted firmly on the ground. The marble-like floor is smooth and cool to the touch.

He casually adjusts his capture weapon on his shoulders. Aizawa had always appeared in this space in the clothes he had fallen asleep in, but for some reason, his capture weapon and goggles always accompanied him here as well. Aizawa smirks fondly as he reminisced about his first trip here. It was just before he started his first year at UA. His dreams were about meeting a loud-mouthed kid with sunglasses, and the other one was of him creating his signature weapon and goggles.