(I have a Patreon if you want to read the next 10 chapters of this fanfiction then go to patreon.com/7_Night when you entered the most recent chapter, you can vote for what series you want next )
In a vast space adorned with fiery blue stars—each one pulsing softly like a living heartbeat—stood a lone figure in gleaming silver-white armor. The night-themed plating shimmered with faint light, almost divine, and from the joints of the armor flowed a cloak of living fire. Blue flames bled from the neck and shoulders, dancing upward like they belonged to another world entirely.
With a subtle gesture of his hand, the armored figure summoned a door to his right. It appeared without sound, only a faint glow marking its birth. Beyond it, a theater unfolded—lavish and fantastical. Rows of floating chairs curved around a massive, cinematic screen, and each seat had a smaller personal display to ensure a clear view no matter where you sat. Behind it all stretched a sky filled with fantasy-like stars, glistening in clusters like galaxies born of imagination.
Then the figure spoke.
"Hello, everyone."
The voice was calm, confident, but carried a spark of humor. "Ah—no, no. I'm not talking to the characters just yet. I'm talking to you—the readers. Surprised? Well, you shouldn't be."
The figure raised a gloved hand and tapped his own chest with theatrical pride. "This isn't like those other reaction fanfictions. I'm going to do things differently. For starters, I'm not creating some random OC to act as a guide. No 'multiverse watcher' with a tragic backstory or glowing eyeballs. No cloaked old man with omniscient powers. Nope."
He tilted his head with a faint chuckle. "The guide in this fanfiction… is me. My avatar. You can call me 7_Night. And because I'm not playing around with false neutrality, you'll probably notice some favoritism. Yeah, I have characters I like more than others, and I'm not gonna pretend I don't."
The starry space behind him pulsed in sync with his voice.
"Here's how this'll work: I'll choose what the cast watches. Sometimes it'll be a show. If it is, they'll see the full season. Then we'll switch to something else. If it's a movie, they'll watch the whole movie—no skipping. If it's a long-running series with hundreds of episodes, like One Piece, we'll focus on major arcs and then rotate."
He crossed his arms, letting the flames on his shoulders flicker with intensity. "Now, sometimes I'll choose what they'll watch. Other times, you—the readers—will vote. Not the characters. Just you. From their perspective, it'll seem like they made the decision. But you and I? We'll know the truth."
Only people who read the most recent chapter on Patreon will be able to vote
The light dimmed slightly as his tone shifted.
"One more thing… the cast in this fanfiction won't be exactly the same as in canon. Don't worry—this isn't one of those stories. No excessive rewrites, no random quirks being swapped, and I promise—this isn't a fanfic where every girl is in love with Izuku or where he's some flawless white knight. That's not what we're doing here."
He gave a light scoff. "But yes, there are changes. For example, the cast will be pulled from a point shortly after the Sports Festival. They've already started their internships, but the Stain incident hasn't happened yet. And yes… the League of Villains has already formed in this timeline."
He raised a finger.
"Now before you scream plot hole—relax. The League's early formation doesn't break anything. In this version of events, the League members joined for personal reasons, not because of Stain. And yeah, some of them eventually learned that Stain was never actually part of the League, but by that point, they were already loyal—not blindly, but enough to stay."
A pause.
"And this Shigaraki? He's not just the man-child from early Season 2. He still acts like that sometimes, sure—but you'll see glimpses. Flickers. Hints of the Shigaraki who showed up in the final arc. That terrifying, calculating version of him? Yeah. That potential is already there."
Another pause.
"Oh—and All For One? He's not trying to possess him in this timeline. Nope. Here, he's actually playing the role of a genuine mentor—shaping Shigaraki to be his successor, not his vessel. Make of that what you will."
Then the figure snapped his fingers, and the stars pulsed once more.
"There's also one last important detail. The universe these characters are from… isn't quite the same as the canon MHA world. No, no—it's from a fanfiction of mine that I haven't released yet. What's it about?"
He leaned forward slightly, his armor gleaming with reflected starlight.
"Well, it's about someone reincarnated as Spider-Man—Peter Parker—in the world of My Hero Academia. But he doesn't know it's an anime. He's just living his life, being a hero. He's been active since the Vigilantes era and made a few… adjustments to the timeline. Nothing world-breaking, but things are different."
Also, he will never become a pro hero. He'll remain a vigilante permanently. As for the truth behind his identity and gimmick of that fanfiction—well, I'm not going to reveal that here. And Some characters will already know him but he won't be present in the viewing room with them. He won't be reacting alongside the others.
The flames flared slightly as he spoke the next part with more emotion.
"Important relationships? You should know about these: he and Mirko are friends with benefits. He wants more. She does too, deep down, but she's stubborn—and scared. It'll change. Character development, people."
Well, Not really very few characters will have character development why? Because that will take some characters studying for me to do that and I'm Creating this fanfiction for fun,
"And Eri? She's already been rescued by Spider-Man—early. Around the start of MHA. And yeah… he adopted her. But Mirko doesn't know that yet. Things were chaotic. No time to talk."
Then, as if remembering something, 7_Night straightened up.
"Oh right. Enough talking. Time to begin."
With a snap of his fingers, the floating theater came to life. A swirling portal opened outside the theater's main door, and with a flash of light and a soft thunderclap—dozens of people began appearing in the lobby.
Students. Heroes. Villains. Vigilantes. All summoned without warning, blinking and disoriented.
The show was about to start.
Bright yellow lightning crackled across Izuku's vision—and the cramped living room of Gran Torino's apartment vanished.
He stumbled forward, boots skidding over polished black-and-white marble. A grand lobby unfolded around him: soaring arches of obsidian trimmed with soft neon blue, walls patterned like midnight armor, and hallways branching in every direction—some ending at tall double doors, others twisting toward rooms too large to glimpse in a single glance.
"Wh-where…?" Izuku steadied his breathing. Focus. Assess. Observe.
Familiar—and Unfamiliar—Faces
Clusters of students blinked into existence a heartbeat later.
• Class 1-A materialized in a loose semicircle—not in dorm clothes (they didn't exist yet) but in the street attire they'd worn to their internships.
• Class 1-B appeared nearby, Vlad King barking roll call out of habit.
• Hitoshi Shinso tugged at his general-studies blazer, eyes sharp.
• Mei Hatsume cradled a half-finished gadget still sparking from an interrupted weld.
• Melissa Shield tapped notes onto a glowing holo-pad, already analyzing the room.
Behind the students, the entire U.A. faculty arrived in successive flashes—Aizawa adjusting his capture scarf, Present Mic half-mid-rant, Recovery Girl pursing her lips in worry. All Might stood tall in his true form, eyes scanning for danger.
Then came the pros outside U.A.:
• Endeavor, flames hissing across his shoulders.
• Hawks, crimson wings half-unfurled, whistling low at the architecture.
• The Wild Wild Pussycats exchanging quick hand signals.
• Mt. Lady and Kamui Woods arguing about the ceiling height.
• Mirko, arms crossed, red eyes already hunting for an exit.
• Grand Torino, cape billowing as he zipped to All Might's side.
A Legendary Vigilante
Izuku's pulse spiked when he spotted a hooded figure in a sleek blue jacket.
"Th-that's… Koichi Haimawari—the Skycrawler!" Izuku whispered to himself. He'd only read about the Vigilante hero in scattered news articles.
Koichi chatted animatedly with a taller man in a dark trench coat and half-mask: Knuckleduster. Izuku recognized him from old underground reports but had never expected to see him in person.
A small figure darted out from behind Koichi and hurried straight to Knuckleduster—Eri, snow-white hair and single horn unmistakable. She clutched his coat sleeve like a lifeline. Knuckleduster's stern posture softened; he knelt, ruffled her hair, and murmured something reassuring. Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi jogged over, joining their hushed conversation.
Rising Fear
Izuku turned, searching for the rest of his classmates—and froze.
A shadowed corner housed a gathering of unmistakable threats:
• Tomura Shigaraki, fingertips twitching at his neck.
• Kurogiri, void mist curling calmly.
• Toga, flipping a folding knife with manic glee.
• Spinner, reptilian eyes sweeping the room.
• Dabi, blue flames licking at staple-scarred skin.
• Magne, alive and relaxed, leaning on her staff.
• Twice and Mr. Compress whispering in quick, overlapping voices.
• Looming behind them all—All For One, posture casual, as if attending a lecture.
Terror jolted Izuku's spine. A single spark of recognition shot across the hero ranks; All Might's eyes widened, and his voice thundered through the lobby:
"IT'S YOU!"
He lunged—wind howling from the force of his jump—but halted mid-air, body frozen by an invisible grip.
The Cosmic Host Appears
A voice—smooth, resonant, and impossibly heavy—echoed above.
"That's far enough."
An armored knight hovered overhead, silver-white plates trimmed with blue flame, cloak of living fire trailing behind him like a comet's tail. Constellations shimmered in his visor.
"I won't have my guests killing each other before the show," he said, tone almost teasing.
Principal Nezu folded his paws behind his back. "And you are…?"
"I am 7_Night—call me Seven. Not a quirk user. A cosmic being."
Skeptical murmurs rose—until Seven released a pulse of raw power. An ocean of pressure flooded the lobby; heroes and villains alike stiffened, instinct screaming danger.
When the aura receded, not a single person doubted him.
The Purpose Revealed
"I'll keep this brief," Seven declared. "You're here to witness other universes—to understand just how small your world can seem, and perhaps learn something along the way or maybe not, I don't care really."
He snapped his fingers. Knowledge—concise and unavoidable—slid into every mind: rules of non-interference, the reality of the visions, the impossibility of escape before each session ended.
Twin theater doors parted with a hush of air.
"Take your seats. Our first feature showcases a hero—an absurdly powerful one. Funny how most guides never start with him; I figured we'd be different."
The aside about "other guides" was too quiet for anyone to catch.
Shaken yet compelled, the crowd filed toward the doors:
• All Might lowered to the floor, jaw tight but controlled, guiding Class 1-A forward.
• Mirko paused to exchange a subtle nod with Knuckleduster before shepherding Kota along.
• Koichi scooped Eri into his arms so she wouldn't be jostled.
• Shigaraki sauntered to a back row, Dabi and Magne flanking him like mismatched guards.
• Hawks slipped ahead, already teasing Mt. Lady about popcorn.
Izuku slid into a middle seat beside Uraraka and Iida, adrenaline hammering through him. What kind of hero could impress this many legends—and villains—at once?
The lights dimmed. The colossal screen flared to life in shifting gold.
Seven settled onto a floating platform above them all, cloak blazing.
"Let the multiverse begin."
(sorry this Chapter wasn't very good I don't want it to be complicated. so I made it short and simple.)