A/N:
I was planning for this fanfiction the last 6 months so I had this chapter ready to post. I'm so glad I foresaw the future. :D
I rewrote this chapter so many times, I lost count. But here am I, writing my utmost best in my very first fanfiction.
At first I was trying to have my OC get hit by the typical and usual Car or Truck, but I thought that was too boring. I mean I saw it so much times, I was kind of getting bored of the process whenever I read a new isekai manhwa.
If you are still reading this fanfiction, I thank you from my bottom of my heart for taking the time to read this….! You guys mean so much to me..! Especially when this is my first time...! _
Disclaimer: My Hero Academia belongs to Kohei Horikoshi.
Korean Glossary:
Aumma = "Mom"
Oppa = "Older Brother"
Japanese Glossary:
Ojiisan = "Grandfather"
Obaasan = "Grandmother"
Otousan = "Father"
Onee-chan = "Older Sister"
Oniisan = "Older Brother"
(I'm pretty sure that y'all know some of the last entries, being the anime fans you guys are.)
Anyway, off we go…!
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Summer should have been arriving by now. But it wasn't. And it showed by sending a hell lot of rain on California.
The streets were soaked to the brim with rainwater, which was an unusual sight considering the fact that I've seen them bone dry and dusty. Stepping off my bus, I shouldered my backpack more tighter and started to run as the rain dribbled down upon my umbrella, more heavier than ever
Impatiently brushing aside my damp black hair, I urged my legs to run faster as my feet splashed on the puddles on the asphalt. Hopping agilely between the huge ponds of water draining into the sewage drains was a challenge, especially when you were late for school and didn't want to hear embarrassing, squelching noises from your wet socks and shoes.
Why is it that the only day that I'm late for school is rainy! It's freaking California! We should have been dunked head first into a barrel full of sunshine and heat by now!
My right foot landed with a deep splash into a puddle that had escaped my sight. Cursing colorful profanities in my head, I lifted my leg up and lamented the loss of a dry shoe and sock.
….I want to go hommmeeee! …. Whelp, no warm socks and shoes for today…
...Ugh, get over this, Aera! …. This is nothing compared to the level of icki-ness if you get in trouble..
But I don't want to be late, I don't want to be late! I gripped my clear, transparent umbrella tighter and kept on running. Please don't let me get caught by Ms. Beltrian! She is the scariest administrator I have ever met!
Panting heavily, I felt my heightened body heat searing into me, unable to escape out from the deep bundle of sweaters that I was wearing. Suddenly, fat droplets of rain began to slam down on my umbrella more heavily, with the wind whipping around water to splash across my damp jeans. Inwardly holding a shriek of surprise, I then walked the remaining distance to the entrance to my high-school.
The red-painted, tall iron gates that greeted me were still open thankfully, and I slipped inside with a few other stragglers that were late. The main doors were open. I closed my dripping umbrella and briskly walked inside. Just as I predicted, my shoes squelched horribly with dirty water oozing out of my battered, mud-splattered sneakers with every step on the floor. I cringed at the sensation but kept on walking briskly.
…..Please do not have everyone looking at me when I enter the homeroom!
The hallways were empty, except for a few students that were walking to their respective classrooms. I was already making my way to my locker until I stopped in my tracks when I thought of something.
...You know what? Since I'm already late, why don't I just take my sweet-ass time going to my classroom? I'm going to stop by the restroom first.
Spotting the girls' restroom that was in the middle of the hallway I was in, I swung open the heavy metal door and walked inside. The familiar restroom was inlaid with tiles of beige and mauve, and had no windows. Thankfully, the restroom didn't smell like burning weed or vape, and the stalls were surprisingly normal.
Noticing that no one was there, I went inside the first stall and put my backpack on a hook. I felt my stomach rumble with ominous forebodings, and immediately sat down on the toilet seat. Groaning from the stomach pain, I did my business.
Out of the blue, a loud, sharp-sounding bang resounded from far away, so loud that it echoed.
I jolted out of the haze of pain I was in, the noise immediately setting off imaginary sirens in my head. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?
More bangs resounded, seeming to be getting closer and closer. As if to answer my alarm, the school intercom crackled to life with a familiar voice of an administrator urgently yelling into the microphone.
"Lockdown! I repeat, this is a lockdown! All teachers, please lock your doors! All students in the hallway, please enter a classroom as soon as possible!" An ear-blasting bang resounded in the intercom, the sound of glass shattering faintly being heard with screams. There was a huge clatter and the intercom went quiet with a screech.
I stayed there frozen to the toilet, the gurgling stomach jarring me out of my shock and horror. ….WHY IS A SCHOOL SHOOTING HAPPENING WHEN I'M TAKING A SHIT!?
I immediately tried to stand up as fast as I could, my hands fumbling to button up my pants. As I hurriedly swung open the door to my stall, a familiar dark-haired girl stumbled inside the restroom, gasping and panting heavily. She was a classmate of mine in one of my classes.
"Esperanza?!" Another gunshot then rang throughout the air, so loud that I clapped my hands to my ears. Why is it so close!? ...The shooter must be coming our way!
"Aera! He saw me! All the classroom doors are closed!" She gasped out, frantically glancing at the door that she came through. "He's coming after me!" To our crippling shock and horror, we both realized that the main door had no handles on our side and could be opened with a handle from the outside… where the shooter was.
Esperanza started to weep, heaving desperate sobs as tremulous shocks racked her body so hard that her knees almost gave out. I stood there frozen, stomach lurching with nausea as my heart contracted painfully.
Flashes of the morning flitted past my mind as I regretted immensely not saying that I loved my Mom and Grandma before I left. I should have said what I truly felt to Mom and Grandma… if only… I hadn't joked around always…..
My nose began to sting with tears.
Mom... Oppa…. Grandma…. I'm so sorry... I love you all….
….I'm going to die. Today.
I wish that I had more time…! Time to enjoy my life more…! ….If only I knew that it would be cut short….!
It felt like my lungs couldn't take in air. I could feel my throat starting to close up, my view becoming cloudy and hazy, with my heart painfully throbbing more in my chest.
Suddenly, a clear, familiar voice from a flashback of my childhood memories spoke into my mind. "Aera, I've been teaching you this your entire life. Remember it everywhere you go, will you?
The key to surviving anywhere is by having a strong mentality. With it, you can overcome any challenge that stands in your way. It will help you stay calm despite pressure in any situation. You will be able to use your brain and your strengths clearly when others are lost to the world. And that is how you survive through anything, despite the odds that are stacked against you.
...Are you paying attention, Aera!? This is some serious stuff that I'm telling you right now, the very drops of my wisdom, but are you ignoring me right now?!"
"Yeah, Yeah, of course I am, Mommy." I looked around for something to distract Mom from lecturing me and spotted Oppa sneaking around, trying not to get a lecture from Mom himself. "Oppa!"
As I raced over to Oppa's side, I heard my mom sighing with slight exasperation in her voice.
As my mom's voice resounded in my mind, I remembered all the times I had promised her that I would do as she said with a hint of a joke. But now I regretted with the bottom of my heart how naive I had been.
Mom…. you predict almost everything….
I'll try… But it's so hard….!
But I want to live! I don't want to die… I have things I want to do, things to accomplish…!
I'm only 17.
I will never use my new longboard that I bought with my hard-won pocket money…. I will never go to college…. I will never become an Olymp- no, surgeon… I will never give Grandma and Mom the best retirement that they deserve… I will never see Oppa getting married…. And I will never go to Korea at least once…!
…..Stop crying, Aera! Stop crying if you want to live! Do you want to live or die?!
Without anything holding me back, I then slapped myself as hard as I could, the sharp pain on my cheek finally awakening me from my shock. Fiercely wiping away tears, I forced down my exploding panic with all my mental strength, smothered it down with a thin veneer of calm that I hoped desperately would stay.
My mind began to clear as the foggy, drunk sensation finally disappeared. My senses began to return, more sharper than ever. I began to scan my surroundings with a fierce intensity that I never had before, taking note of every little detail of the familiar restroom that Esperanza and I were in.
I will go out of this situation alive. Alive.
There were five stalls, with the main door facing the sinks in the far off left. The sight of the stalls infuriated me like never before even though I had seen them so many times before. The side walls and doors of the stalls were smaller in height than even me!
Damn you, high school! To the fiery pits of hell! Who in the fuck designed this fucking RESTROOM!
Clasping my hands to my head, I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again, feeling the panic creeping up on me again. Stop. Shut it down….!
….What should I do now! Even if Esperanza and I hide in the stalls, the shooter can still shoot us dead from the above!... oh, what do I do?!...
Maybe… we can block the door!
…. No, we don't have anything that we block the door with! My backpack is too small!
I clenched my fists, gritting my teeth to keep me anchored mentally.
Think, Aera! Think! Think of anything!...
Okay, the stalls are out of the question! ….Focus on the door, then! That's the problem here! Whirling toward the door, I stared at its angle and tried to predict how the shooter would enter the restroom.
The door can be only opened from the outside with a handle….! We have no handle on our side of the door to play tug of war with the shooter….!
The shooter will come inside here. It's inevitable. Since the shooter is after Esperanza, he will infer that she's inside here, since all the classrooms' doors are locked!
No matter how much I thought of and rejected ways for Esperanza and I to make out of this situation alive, there was only one option. It kept on lingering in the back of my head, but I had pushed it away while scoffing at it from the beginning….
Because it's impossible! And the chances that I will get shot are so high!
Aera… you're going to die anyway if you don't do it! There is a small, marginal chance that Esperanza and I might live, and that's still a chance! It's better than both of us being dead!
Flight or Fight?
Flight? ….The shooter would shoot me down!
Fight? …..I guess I would have to admit it. I will have a better chance. I have a black-belt in Tae Kwon Do and Hapkido! I even won gold at the Taekwondo Regionals!
But my knee injury…. Will I be able to do even a weak kick…? The doctors said that I should give up Taekwondo because my tendons and bones would give out….!
I was even forced to give up my childhood dream of becoming a Tae Kwon Do gold medalist in the Olympics because of it….!
But if I fight even if it will snap my tendons….Esperanza and I might both get out of this alive today if I'm lucky….!
…..The door is facing the sinks…
We are facing the sinks...
The door will swing open from the outside...
And he will probably be having his gun propped up with his arms, facing the sinks...!
Then we shouldn't be facing the sinks or the door.. Then we wouldn't be shot because the shooter would shoot at the sinks first…..
….I will have to try to kick the gun down from the side...!
...If I'm lucky, he wouldn't be expecting it.
My ears detected the most terrifying sound of my life—footsteps. Ordinarily sounding, but with the ominous sound of metal, and the looming sense of death, clanking with every step. The sound froze my blood solid, with my mind whirling out of control. My body suddenly moved, adrenaline shooting through my limbs as I immediately pushed Esperanza with my arms. She stumbled to the wall right next to where the main door was, gasping at me wide-eyed.
If we're lucky, he wouldn't notice us from the side…!
My heartbeat resounded slowly in my ears. Please don't come in! Please… don't let him know that we're beside the wall! Please, please, please! I prayed with all my strength, still trying to avoid the option of fighting with all my heart...
Thud.
Thud.
Trembling with bottled-up stress and fear, I took my place at the side of where the shooter was to be entering from the main door. Swallowing a huge lump down my throat, I shakily held out my fists in front of me and readied my feet in a kick stance. Something that I hadn't done in a long time, but was like a second instinct to me.
The heavy footsteps stopped in front of the restroom door, my body thrumming with pure adrenaline. I heard nothing. Dead silence, except for my ringing heart beat.
Then the door swung open from the outside and a few seconds later, a horizontal view of a glistening, metal rifle appeared in front of me.
Now.
Unleashing a guttural yell, I swung my leg up as high as I could and slammed my foot down on the gun. I felt the bones in my right knee crack slightly, but I pushed on despite it. The gun faltered under my foot… but astonishingly, the shooter did not relinquish his hold.
The startled shooter fired a shot that was angled low, the noise ringing in my ears as I immediately tried to get my foot off the gun. Distantly, I could hear one of the sinks cracking as the bullet ricocheted off it.
Esperanza screamed but I could barely hear her. The hot muzzle of the rifle burned my calf as I yelped loudly from the sudden pain.
The shooter entered the restroom and whirled to his right to face us. During a few seconds that seemed like eternity, I saw his face. Sweat was dripping down his bony and pale face, his brown eyes glazed over as if he was on autopilot. He lifted his gun.
In slow motion, I saw his fingers pressing down on the trigger and with a flash and a loud, ear-shattering bang, the gun jerked back in his hands.
But my body was already moving, turning. Balancing my body weight as always, I swiveled on my left heel, my body tilted backward and leaning to the side as my right leg swung in a high arc above my head.
Please.
Instinct and practice had made me move in an instant, and using all the strength I had, my right ankle collided with the shooter's head with a sickening crack. His head snapped to the side from the impact and he began to fall, his rifle dropping from his hands. Both of my feet landed on the tiled floor, safe and sound.
I stared in shock at the shooter's crumpled form, with his rifle a few feet away on the tiled floor. Somehow my numbed body began to move toward the shooter and as I carefully went to his side, I kicked the gun away. I hesitatingly inspected the shooter.
His eyes were rolled up to show the whites of his eyeballs. Slightly slurred, he was muttering something.
He's unconscious.
...It worked. It worked. It actually worked….!
….I'm not dead!
I'm not dead!
I'm alive!
Huge relief and joy exploded out of my chest as I turned to Esperanza to make sure she was okay… To tell her that we had made it, that we weren't dead, we were alive…..!
But my joy crashed and burned to the ground as I saw her face of horror. She wasn't looking at me. Rather, she was staring in horrified shock with her mouth open in a silent scream.
What? What's…. wrong...?
I slowly looked down, feeling apprehensive. What…. has to be so…. horrifying?
Bright, ruby red was spurting from an area of shredded gray wool that was my sweater, exactly where my upper left shoulder was.
Blood. Oh gosh, it's blood.
What… happened?
What…? Why…. is there...blood?
How come… I don't feel anything..?
My shoulder began to radiate burning hot and freezing cold, so blindingly that I started to sweat excessively. My breath started to escape out of me in tiny shivers. The wool's weaving pattern blurred and at the exact moment, it felt like someone bludgeoned me with an iron sledgehammer.
As I slowly looked up to see Esperanza, I expected to see her.
But I saw nothing.
Nothing but black.
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What… the heck is going on here?
Why am I in a freaking shiny new gym right now?
The last thing I could remember is that the shooter was unconscious. Esperanza was okay. And I….
Got injured…..! Yet I didn't see or feel it at all when I yanked my collar to see the wound when I first got here…! That doesn't make sense at all!
And why the FUDGING HECK am I sitting here on a small couch, given tea, and forced to listen to this… white-haired stranger babble on and on….!
And she calls herself… "Lady Imagination". Such a grandiose, outlandish name for a crazy lady, who just plops herself and a stranger down for a conversation in a freaking GYM ..!
What is going on !?
I should be at the restroom right now !
"—You will be going into My Hero Academia."
"Wait a sec— Excuse me, what!?" I questioned incredulously, staring at Lady Imagination, who was sitting in front of me. Thankfully I had been listening while partly being zoned out. Because I couldn't believe what my ears told me.
She... must be out of her mind!
..She isn't meaning it…. Right?
I tried to hold back my disbelieving laughter back, pressing my lips together. I hoped that it wouldn't show up in my face. "Why… why am I here, talking to you!? I should be in the restroom of my high school right now! And people can't just go into a manga…! That can't happen! That's impossible!"
Why am I even talking to this crazy woman?! This woman with freaking shiny white hair, clad in a full gossamer dress, who just tells a stranger that she would be going into a manga?!
I want to burst out laughing so hard right now…..! But it would be considered rude to a crazy person, and who knows what crazy thing she would say or do next!?
Putting her teacup down, the lady stood up and gazed toward some imaginary thing I couldn't see. It seemed like she was trying to keep her inner peace, which was disturbed by annoying little me.
She turned to me. "Accepting that you would be my new character is surprisingly the hardest step of my new changes to my project." She said, held up her hand in the light, inspecting her impeccably painted nails.
Project? ...Character?
"You are annoyingly outspoken. I had hoped that my next chosen soul wouldn't be like that. It would be a shame if you refuse my orders. What did I expect from putting a relaxed criteria on the souls and blindly choosing? I'm not so sure if you will be… that entertaining." Her luxurious dress shimmered in the bright electric lights as she stopped while pacing around the gym we were in.
Chosen soul? Are we in some weird fantasy world right now?
Souls? Eh?
Entertaining? Am I some kind of circus for you to enjoy watching?!
"Anyway, when you go into the world of My Hero Academia…. your job will be to survive, perform your goals, and give me a satisfactory story and ending. Then you will be able to go home, or I can give you whatever prize that you want." Lady Imagination said, shifting her feet towards her seat.
What is this crap that she's say—
—?!
The Lady suddenly leaned toward me and I immediately recoiled at the close zoom-up of her pale face. From up close, I could see no blemishes on her face that proved her unrealistic beauty but the maniacal gleam in her indigo eyes was undoubtedly clear.
And it terrified me. So much that a jerk of fear almost made itself known but I stifled the urge.
"But if you fail…. you die. Usually, in a very painful way that you don't wish for yourself to go through." A cruel glint arose in her indigo eyes, her lips twitching into a malevolent smirk. "It is really entertaining to see how panicked humans act so frantically when their life is on the line."
I swallowed nervously, feeling cold, jagged ice freezing down my spine. I want to run! Bolt away from this crazy lady, away from this place…..!
Then her smirk vanished, a nonchalant smile replacing in its place. The malevolent glint washed away suddenly, leaving her indigo eyes to lighten to violet. Noticing the change, I could suddenly breathe more freely.
Turning away from me, she sat back on her seat while continuing on. "If you understand everything, we are done here. An envelope will appear once you get adjusted to that world. Hopefully you would know that it's from me."
The lady tilted her head and smiled slowly. "Good luck with your survival. It would be a huge pain if I had to choose someone again."
Holding her leg up, she kicked at the glass top at the surface of the intricate coffee table that was in front of me. The glass flipped, turning a full revolution around an un-seeable axis.
"Don't forget to have fun." She trilled happily. The gym vibrated, shaking. Alarmed, I shot up to my feet as the lady backed away. Huge cracks started to spread throughout the trembling place, widening with every millisecond.
—WHAT'S HAPPENING?!
My surroundings then shattered, as if they were broken mirrors, and the shards of the lime-washed walls of the gym fell away to reveal a dark, moonlit mountain cliff-side.
My heart lunged out of my chest as I fell, screaming hysterically with my limbs flailing wildly, my black hair streaming into my view. My stomach swooped, my panic reached unimaginable heights as my hands tried to grab anything, anything that would slow my fall. As I free-fell, I saw the lady towering over me on a cliff, serenely looking down at me with a satisfied smile.
Somehow I could hear what the lady was musing to herself despite the air heavily whistling past my ears. "I wonder what she would choose to survive."
My stiff body slammed heavily onto the dirt floor, my head bouncing from the impact as my breath was knocked out of me.
Then my eyes flew open.
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In the first few seconds I fully expected that I would be at a hospital, surrounded by beeping machines that were hooked on me, with my family members earnestly waiting for me to wake up.
Extremely relieved, I blinked a few times, my heart racing from the adrenaline that was from my frightening fall. I slowly moved my arms, my fingers touched a soft material which was draped over me. It felt like a soft, thick comforter.
How… come I don't hear anything…..?
I then realized with a jolt that I was not staring up at the paneled ceiling of a hospital. Bolting up upright, I immediately realized that this was not the hospital. Huh? Where…. am I? What… This is not the hospital…. Where am I? Where am I?
I looked around wildly and nearly got a heart attack.
A young boy was laying his head down on his arms, sleeping by the bed while sitting on a chair. Who is he?! Why is he right next to me?! And…
Why the heck does he have PINK hair?!
I sat there speechless, not processing what my eyes were seeing. Is my eyes fooling me, or is the boy's hair PINK?! I closed my eyes, scrunched them up tightly and opened my eyes again. Nope, still the same!
Hesitantly, I reached out a hand and slightly brushed the little boy's hair with my finger tips.
It feels soft and conditioned. It doesn't feel dry and coarse like dog's hair. Either the dye was freaking expensive or…
His hair color is… actually pink.
…..Nope, that's not possible! Let's just think that it's hair dye.
Now, who in the fudge-mallow sticks is he?
Curious, I inspected the boy slowly up close. The boy seemed to be unaware of my awakening. His head would rise and fall with every breath he took, his shiny hair fluttering in the air every few seconds. His pink lashes were long, making him look cherubic as he slept, which made my internal insides squeal joyously at how angelic he looked.
His hair color seems to be the color of pink peaches…..I slightly nudged his cheek with a fingertip and flinched in surprise when the boy's eyelashes fluttered open. Startled, I quickly withdrew my hand as the boy sat upright, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. I sat there petrified as he flung himself at me for an enthusiastic, tight hug.
"Onee-chan, you're finally awake! I'm going to call Onii-san!"
My body was bone stiff as he squeezed his little arms around me in excitement. I sat there entrapped in his tiny arms for a few seconds in flummoxed silence. Stifling my confusion, I tried to pull him back down gently.
Onee-chan?! What kind of name is that?! My name isn't Onee-chan…! …...Is he speaking in a different language?
...Then how am I understanding what he's saying right now?!
Extremely baffled, I finally succeeded pulling him down and he sat back down in his seat with a slight frown. "Onee-chan?… are you okay? You are not like yourself…"
"... Errr…little guy, I'm a bit confused right now. Who are you? Where am I?" Stumbling over my words, I gave him an extremely confused look, complete with highly expressive eyebrows. I awaited his answer.
"Onee-chan? You don't recognize me? Why are you speaking in English? ...I'm telling Oniisan that Onee-chan woke up!"
"Wait!" I urgently lunged to grip his shoulder before he could stand up from the bed. The second the word left my lips I immediately felt something was wrong. Surprised, I put a hand over my mouth in total confusion. Unknown syllables had fallen from my mouth, with my tongue twisting into different pronunciations.
What the… Did I just speak in another language right now!?
My ears registered what I had called out and I realized with crippling shock that I had spoken in a language that was weirdly familiar to me.
What the hell?!
I definitely heard this language before…..! What language was this?!
….THIS IS JAPANESE!
How am I speaking Japanese?! How in the world?! I only know English and Korean… !
Think, Aera, think! What in the heck is going on here?!
Oh, no, no, No, NO….! The weird things that the lady said…. I need to know where I am!
I was momentarily shaken out of my astonishment by the boy slightly shaking my shoulder concernedly. "Onee-chan, Onee-chan. I'm going to call Oniisan." He stood up on his tiny, short legs and turned to leave.
I immediately lunged after him, grabbing a hold of his shirt. My body tumbled over the bed and a split second later, the boy and I collapsed by the bedside with a big oof. I immediately grabbed the boy's arm, while the boy was attempting to run away.
"Wait, who said you can go, little kid! I need answers! ASAP!"
"I'm not a little kid, Onee-chan! I'm seven years old!" He strained against my tight grasp.
I mentally groaned. This is not going anywhere.
Using all of my puny strength, I picked up the little boy off the floor and heavily plopped him down in the nearest chair.
"So, er… uh.. Onee-chan…." I don't know what the heck this word means but since he called me that…. I will just have to use it.
"Um… is fine. ….. Yeah, I'm totally fine. Can you answer some questions for me?" I beamed at him with my best child-charmer smile. Mentally, I praised the fact that I could pull off a genuine smile that hid what I actually felt.
He looked at me suspiciously with narrowed eyes and stayed quiet for a few seconds until he spoke. "Fine, Onee-chan." Aha, it worked! Finally I could get some answers!
I held up one finger as I spoke. "Okay. First of all, where am I right now?"
"Onee-chan, you don't even remember where we live! That's it, I'm going!"
He was about to stand up but I stopped him. "Nope. Hell nah, you are not going anywhere. Can you listen to.. um, Onee-chan and stay here until you answer my questions?" I gave him another smile.
"Onee-chan, you're weird! You're scaring me! Are you sure that you're fine!?"
"...Yes. I'm fine. Just tell me where I am! Actually, tell me where are we exactly, specifically?"
Bug-eyed, the little boy began to hesitantly recite a statement that sounded like an address. I strained my ears, hoping to catch something that felt familiar to me.
"—-Musutafu-shi, Shibuya-gun, —-"
"Wait a second, stop right there. What province are we in? What country?"
"Didn't you hear me say it a few seconds ago, Onee-Chan? I said Musutafu-shi. And we are in Japan! You already are supposed to know this! This is worse than I thought!" He tried to take his long awaited chance at freedom before I stopped him by pushing him down to sit again.
….Musutafu?!
... Am I… in Japan right now!?….
Shoot! ….Curse my stupid curiosity when I searched up where My Hero Academia took place….! Feeling light vertigo, I clasped my head with my cold hands.
This can't be happening. No, this can't happen!
This is bad. Really bad. This can't be happening…..! Aera, calm down. Calm down...!
Maybe I heard it wrong. Maybe my ears are clogged with radishes!
"..….I—I know that this is impossible…but..."
Let's get to the point. Let's ask the ultimate impossible question…!
... It would be like ripping off a bandaid!
"Okay. Okay." I stared with all the sharpness that a hawk had into the crystal-blue eyes of the little boy in front of me, as if to convey the seriousness of the situation.
"Are there… quirks in this world?"
All time seemed to stop as the little boy's jaw dropped in apparent shock and dismay. Gently pushing me aside, he dashed off, his little slipper-clad feet stampeding across the illuminated marble floor of the house I was in.
"Wait, Peach Boy! Where are you—-" I called out while going after him. I pushed aside one of the huge doors of the room I was in.
"Oniisan, Oniisan! Onee-chan lost her memories! She doesn't even know that we have quirks!"
I stopped, my heart screeching to a cold stop.
...What?! ….Did he… actually say that we have… quirks?! We…. Have…. QUIRKS?!
...WHAT THE HELL?!
Am I…. really.. in My Hero Academia?!
Something hot suddenly burst in my chest, sending waves of heat and chills down my body. Sudden blurriness ate away at the edges of my vision as I attempted to stand, swaying. I could barely hear the little boy's hurried conversation with somebody. "Oniisan! Oniisan! Something is wrong with Onee-chan! She forgot everything!"
"What? I thought she was okay?! Mai, can you call the doctor to come here again—"
Turning, I tried to stumble through the darkness creeping up on my vision towards the bed. As I managed a few trembling steps, I saw at the corner of my eye, a rose-gold haired boy burst upon the room and ran toward me, with the pink haired boy at his heels. "Ainiru!"
My eyes rolled up and the last thing I could ever numbly feel was the familiar sensation of falling.
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A/N: To eliminate our beloved Car-Kun or Truck-kun, I decided to list the all of the bad, life threatening situations that a high-schooler could go through that I could think of and sadly, school shootings came up in my mind. I wish that those kind of situations would cease to an end in America and other countries.
Originally this chapter was supposed to be 9,654 words in total, but I thought that was too much. So I decided to split it in half and upload the other chapter later today.
To the people who followed my fanfiction... What kind of person do you think Aera is? I really want to know, but I also know that it's too soon to know a character that fast. But as people say, your true character comes out when you are in life-threatening situations. I don't know where I heard that from but oh well, hehe.
The reason why I am asking this question is because I think I'm not that good at creating characters that much. My friends have new ideas for characters in milliseconds and I have ponder about my characters for like weeks...!
Please review..! The longer and the more analyzing the better..! Constructive criticism, because I could always go back and change it!
Always thanks to my sister deadpeaches, for putting up with my babbling, obsessing self and beta-reading this for me. Your unnie always appreciates you!
Thanks to:
jplimapedrasolli, BethxAngel, Zachary Boyd, and Argo Devilian for following this fanfiction..! Thank you..!