"Wait, that's not supposed to happen!"

Those were the first words she heard after what felt like a really long and altogether not very restful nap. It was more like she had just blinked for a long time and couldn't really feel anything. Like, what was she doing here? How did she get here? What was the last thing she did? And why was she so hungry? It felt like she hadn't eaten in days.

"Don't tell me you have multiple personalities?"

Nana looked up at the top of a metallic platform where a group of five boys each with a different colored hair stood. They had on gaudy outfits that matched their hair. Were they like the Power Rangers or something? And why was it so drafty?

Another boy, this one with green hair, and a green suit that was pretty cool looking charged at the group, his body sparking with a familiar energy that made her heart swell. His leg was pulled back like he was going to kick them. "Shoot Style! St. Louis Smash!"

Huh, the kid sounded like that American obsessed goofball she kind of remembered. What was his name again? Wait, when did she even meet him? Man, her head hurt.

A blast of wind knocked the group of five into a wall and then they all merged back into one bland looking boy with black hair.

"Izuku Midoriya has claimed the first round!" A female voice called from some speakers, a flying camera flew by focused on the green haired boy. Apparently, he was Izuku. Somehow she felt like she knew that? But also not really? Kind of like Deja'vu. "Man Eraser, are your kids going to sweep this one too?"

"Remind me when I'm doing this with you?" A dower voice said over the mic.

"Because I fill your life with constant laughter and happiness!"

The camera flew past her, then stopped and then focused on her.

"Woah! And it appears like your student is getting his prize early!" The speakers said loudly. "Who on earth is that busty black haired naked beauty? What kind of debauchery do you teach your students and why am I not invited?"

She liked that woman. She sounded fun.

Wait.

Naked?

Nana placed a hand on her chest. There was no fabric between her fingers and her bare skin. Not trusting her sense of touch she looked down. She was naked. Not just a little naked like she had walked out of the locker room in her underwear, but the full on just walked out of the shower naked. Except she didn't have a towel.

"Holy shit!" She screamed, trying to cover herself as the camera made a sharp turn away from her. "I'm naked! Why am I naked?"

"Holy shit!" She heard Izuku jump down and head towards her, his green eyes were wide. "You're Nana!"

Apparently, he knew her! That was a good start! But that wasn't important. "Yes, I am! And I'm naked!"

He jumped, scrambling backward, trying to cover his face with his hands despite the fact that he was still looking at her. Lecher. "You're naked!"

Was he slow?

"Yes! I know! Help?"

"Oh! Right," He looked around frantically, his face equally red but there was a smile on his face. He began to undo the latches on his hero costume.

She looked for someplace to hide. Aside from an exit where cheering of the crowd could be heard, the room she was currently in was probably the most coverage she could get. At least that flying camera was gone. "And why are you stripping? You're not trying to do the whole, if we're both naked we're even thing right?"

"No," he shook his head accidentally stealing an eyeful of her as his face grew even redder. His upper body was already out of his costume before and the rest fell away quickly. He had on a large pair of boxers that were red, white, blue, and yellow.

He was also cut like a Greek god. Okay, maybe seeing him naked would make them at least kind of even.

Izuku pulled out his legs and handed her his costume and presented it to her with both hands out. "I was taking it off so you could have something to wear."

He was still smiling.

She took the costume without question. "So why are you smiling now?"

"Oh," He rubbed the back of his head laughing like he wasn't hot as fuck as she slowly put on his hero uniform. He was barely taller than her and had a plain baby face that was actually kind of cute. "Well, when you're saving someone you're supposed to smile right?"

Dammit. That's what she used to say. Wait, when did she start saying that? Did she tell that to some blond kid? Why was everything so foggy? Shaking her head she started to get dressed into Izuku's hero costume. She was all but swimming in the thing. "So. what's going on? Why am I here? Where is here? Who are you? And why are there cameras? And please tell me that this isn't televised?"

He kept scratching the back of his head. His arm had a lot more scars on it than she thought it would, though at least now he was facing away from her. Not that it mattered considering how much he had seen already. "Oh, umm. Well, as to what's going on, we're at the U.A. sports festival."

"U.A., the hero academy?"

He nodded.

"And this is their sports festival?"

He nodded again.

"As in the most widely televised event in Japan, only beaten by the Olympics?"

"Actually it beats the Olympics now, but yea."

She finished putting on his hero costume, feeling rather small in it. Had she always been so small? It felt way too loose on her, except around the chest, she guessed. But not that that mattered because chances were all of Japan had just seen her naked. There went any hope she had of starting a family after she dealt with All For One.

Wait who was that?

"And you're Nana Shimura right?" He asked, his voice low.

"The one and only, but how do you know me?" He seemed familiar enough. But she really couldn't place exactly how she knew him. She would have remembered someone this cute.

Izuku looked around checking for something before turning to her, his smile was gone. "Well, uh, you've been dead for about fifty years."

She blinked, images of a man in a suit cackling as he smashed her down into the dirt before nothingness. He wasn't wrong. She did die. She remembered dying. Or at least it felt like death. But, she was also alive now, wasn't she? "So I'm a zombie?"

XXXX

The universe just had to be running low on weird things to throw at him right? Ever since he got One for All over two years ago it just seemed like his life was just absolutely filled to the brim with weird things happening to him. Sure, it was worth it, but could he go five days without the universe shitting out a curve ball?

At least he had an extra set of P.E. clothes.

Izuku wanted to slam his head into the nearest wall at full strength, just to see if it would hurt more than his growing headache. Technically it happened when Tamashi, the first student he had encountered from Ketsubutsu Academy, blasted him with his quirk. This year, to the surprise of everybody U.A. announced that its Sports Festival would be open to all other Hero schools, and just his luck he had to find someone with a quirk that basically brought back the dead.

"Look! I fuck'n told ya my quirk don't work that way!" The red-hued Tamashi glared at him, his arms crossed. "It's not my fuck'n fault you have a girly personality!"

"But, that doesn't explain why she's still around." A blue-hued Tamashi muttered looking at his other counterparts. "I think we really messed up here guys."

Izuku sighed and pinched his nose. Why on earth did Tamashi decide to use his quirk while in the middle of a Hallway? There were five of them now, red, blue, green, yellow, and purple all had their backs against the wall. "Look, can you just explain what your quirk does? From what I gather you can split people up into copies of themselves based off of emotions."

"What?" The green one groaned. "You're strong and smart? Man, life is so unfair sometimes. And now you get to hang out with that cute girl? Some guys have all the luck."

The yellow one bound forward a smile on his face. "Yep! That's right! My Quirk's called Emotional prism! Most of the time, when people split their emotions start fighting with each other, Not us though, took me forever to get our emotions under control like this. Oh! But wait, sometimes if a person has multiple personalities those will come out to play instead."

"But, they normally vanish after a few minutes, or when we get knocked out." The blue one whined. "And they're supposed to know that they're you and they want to merge back and stuff. I even tried to return her to you, so I don't know why she's not. Sorry, I'm so useless."

It wasn't him. This had One for All written all over it. Maybe it was some weird combination between Tamashi's quirk, One for All storing souls, Nana's own quirk, and just bad luck. "It's fine, chances are this is my fault somehow, thanks for your time."

He bowed and headed back towards the infirmary where there was a very good chance there would be an annoyed Recovery Girl waiting to scold him for being reckless. He should probably message Gran Torino and All Might. Once he came to terms with the whole 'Nana Shimura is back from the dead' thing.

He'd only seen her a few times, once or twice in a One For All induced fever dream, and a few more times in photos from Gran Torino and All Might. But while the girl that had magically appeared was without a doubt Nana - something just told him that it was her - she looked a lot younger.

And now he was thinking about her naked again.

Dammit.

"The fuck did you do?" Recovery Girl's cane greeted his forehead the moment he walked into the infirmary. "If it's not your limbs exploding it's a naked amnesiac showing up out of nowhere!"

"Hey!" He held his hands up blocking the old woman's attack. She looked madder than he'd ever seen her, and actually hit rather hard. "You make it sound like this thing happens regularly! You haven't had to heal a broken bone in over a year! Can't you take it easy?"

The old woman huffed and turned towards the bed where an amused Nana was sitting in U.A. P.E. uniform - his suit resting on a chair. "She's the same Nana I remember. Always showing up to my clinic before I joined U.A. Her and that scamp Sora always got into trouble, even before she got One for All-"

"Could you not talk about me like I'm not here?" Nana spoke up, pushing a bit of her long black hair behind her head. "And could you please explain to me what's going on? Because if you don't I'm going to stick with my zombie theory and start eating some brains."

She placed a hand over her stomach and let out a sheepish smile. "I feel like I haven't eaten in like forever."

Recovery Girl sighed before smiling. "One moment deary, I should have some snacks in my fridge."

"Awesome," Nana turned to him, one eyebrow raised. "Okay, so you kind of know me, and I kind of know you, and I don't really know how I got here, so can you please explain what's going on? And also what exactly you meant by me being dead?" Nana pointed towards Recovery Girl. "Because she said I'm not a zombie."

"Uhh, right, well." He pulled a chair over to her and folded his hands over his knees. Where was Nezu? Or Gran Torino, he didn't want to bother All Might with this, not yet anyways. It was a miracle they weren't be swarmed at the moment. "Why don't we start with… what you do know."

"Oh, that's a short list." She held up five fingers and began to pull them down one by one. "My name is Nana Shimura. You're Izuku Midoirya. She's Recovery Girl. I'm supposed to be dead." She wiggled her pinky, "And what else? Oh, right, Most of Japan saw me naked on live Television."

"That's it? Nothing else?" he asked. Maybe she wasn't Nana? Or at least not all the way Nana?

"Everything else is kind of fuzzy, and basically whenever you say stuff it feels like deja vu. Like when you talk about One for All or Sora it feels familiar, but that's about it. Like you, I kind of feel like I should know more about you than I do, but all I know is that you're uhh." she looked him up and down a smile growing on her face. "You're a pervert."

"I said I was sorry." He whined placing his hand in his hands. "I really wasn't thinking when I saw you there."

"Actually you never did say you're sorry you just said 'ahh, you're Nana and you're naked!' There was no 'Sorry I saw you naked and kept looking'" she brushed her hair back again, still smiling. "Seriously, you didn't even say I'm pretty or anything. You're supposed to compliment a girl when you see her naked. Or are you?"

Was this really All Might's master that he was so proud of? Even if she didn't have most of her memories intact, her personality seemed fine, if a little off.

"You're right, I'm sorry I saw you naked." He clapped his hands in front of him, trembling slightly. Eventually, he'd see a girl naked under more normal circumstances. At least, he hoped so.

"And," Nana dragged on raising her chin at him as her smile grew.

His face felt hot. Really hot. He was probably blushing up a storm. Nana was really attractive, with her kind grey eyes, to her long black hair to the way she carried herself. Even this teasing personality of hers was appealing. With a sigh he steeled himself. "And you were very beautiful."

"Pervert," She sneered turning away from him, but she was unable to hide her smile. "Still, apology accepted." She extended her hand out towards him. "And it's nice to meet you Izuku. Now, can I please get some answers beyond the fact that I'm supposed to be dead?"

"Sure, I have some time before the next round starts."

AN: Why did I write this? Because I wanted to! Anyways enjoy this Izuku x Nana crack fic romance thing. Well not so much crack, maybe a little bit of crack? Okay lets be honest this is pretty crack.