I will be rewriting this story. Well, the first/only two chapters anyway XD. I apologize to any readers that have been following this story for the longest time, but I can assure you this rewritten version will be better in terms of plot, character interaction, etc. I know I'm a pain in the ass because I'm not adding any new chapters, but I feel that this new content will pave the way for a better, easier-to-follow story.

And to any new readers, enjoy! Reviews and Faves are welcome :)

Also, because I do not trust Google Translate, any speech that's completely in italics is in another language and not understood by the MC unless translated.

Yes, this is going to be an SI. However, I am going to include POV's from OC's and perhaps even canon characters.

Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia. I only own my OC's and head-canon.

Chapter 1: I Feel A Migraine Coming On

A breeze.

A soft, gentle breeze nipped at my exposed skin.

I wanted to ignore it, but it persisted relentlessly, making a complete pest of itself. As I stirred, submitting to the gust of wind that wasn't too cold but was still uncomfortably frequent, I noted that I was no longer covered by my blankets. Eyes still shut; I tried searching for my covers so I could hug them closer to me, only to find there were none. "Now how in the hell-"

I held my arms, my eyes cracking open to see what happened to the sheet and blanket that I was formerly wrapped up in. They must have been on the floor. So I adjusted, resting on one of my thighs only to immediately note that the rough surface I occupied was not at all like the soft springy mattress I was supposed to have been resting on. Whole thing had to be a joke, right? I was in an alley, a freaking alley. I groaned and rubbed my eyes, blinking rapidly to clear my vision. Only to be met with a peculiar sight.

"That's not normal" I murmured, flabbergasted by what I was seeing. Everything was crisp and detailed sure, but it was vivid in a way that it shouldn't have been. Even when it was dark it was hard to overlook the fact that my surroundings looked drawn. Curiouser and curiouser...

With wobbly legs that threatened to give out on me, I winced as I also realized how sore I was. I rubbed my neck and then the back of my head. Thankfully, I hadn't lost any blood or got a concussion. However,I did sway on my feet. With a deep breath and my right arm outstretched, I leaned into the nearest wall and began walking. With cautious steps I shuffled alongside the wall, cautiously picking apart my surroundings. I was in total and complete childish awe as I did so, even scrutinizing my arms as I meandered through the dark alleyways.

After nervously debating whether or not it'd be a good idea, I made my way onto a populated sidewalk. With my head down, I did not pay any heed to the gawking of passersby. Despite not caring for their judgmental glares, I did feel that small tug of hurt and disappointment that none of them were going to offer any help. I mean, I know that I looked to be in good condition and did not need any medical assistance, but damn it directions would have been nice!

Every now and then I would lift my head some more out of curiosity and meet some of those stares. Some people were average looking, but others looked like they were going to a cosplay convention. And I will tell you, quite a few put a lot of effort into their 'costumes'. Upon closer inspection based on wondering just where I was, I took the time to read the signs that were posted along the sides of the street and some billboards too. There was some English, but the majority was in kanji's. Though it helped narrow it down, I still had no idea where I was specifically.

Could I have been in China? Taiwan? Japan? My thoughts were all over the place as I held my head in my hands, trying my resolute best to gather the little bastards and keep them under control. Sure my location may have been the least of my worries when I appeared to be in what looked like an anime, but the notion that I was in some faraway country with little to no knowledge on it's language and customs was the straw that broke the camel's back. With a groan, I lumbered to the nearest bench and ungracefully plopped myself down. With more groaning, my eyelids drooped back down as I buried my head deeper into my hands in brooding frustration. And as such, I paid no mind to a woman and her husband (or maybe a friend or brother) as they chattered nervously in front of me and quickly walked away. I had no idea what they were saying, but that ignorance was not enough to assuage the rising panic within me as more people would keep casting glances in my direction. And after two minutes or so of feeling like a zoo animal, I decided I was going to slip back into the shadows of some alley, anxious with the idea of being out in the open.

None of it could have been real, but my increasing anxiety dispelled such an idea. Feeling cheeky, I closed my eyes and pinched reopened them, I frowned.

Nothing had changed.

"This can't be real" I muttered in exasperation. "I was just in bed and now-". Both my feet and mouth ceased movement, all conscious thought became silence.

Voices were heard from around the corner that I was about to take so carelessly. Again I could not understand a single word they were saying, but judging by the tone of one of them, I'd say someone was venting their frustrations verbally and his buddies were trying to calm him down. I crouched, listening even if there was a language barrier as I peeked around from the typical alley rubble. There were three men. One had long blue hair pulled into one wild ponytail, clad in a white tank-top and red cargo pants complete with a set of black combat boots. The man in front of him, who had his back to me, was a large built fellow with darker skin and a bald head. The larger man wearing similar clothes, but with a tattered jacket. The last man of the little trio was a scrawny guy with short blonde hair and a young boyish face. His attire looked significantly more worn and dirty, and while his two buddies were dressed as if ready to be called back into the military at a moment's notice, he looked like your run-of-the-mill thug.

There was a loud snort, one that almost made me jump. "Relax, I'm sure things will get better. That's why we're here in this alley"

"Or things will get worse, should we really trust the guy? What if this meeting is a trap"

There was a chuckle and a shifting of movement. It only took me a couple of seconds to realize it was headed in my direction. With a comical flailing of the arms and a badly suppressed squeak, I flew towards the nearest cover, that being an enormous trash can that smelled of the veritable mix of week-old fish, rotten meat, and diapers. Dear God, I thought I died.

"I'm gonna get some grub" The bluenette grinned and looked over to his towering compatriot. "Keep an eye on him Colossus" dark eyes darted over to the scruffy blonde as he murmured that order, the large man beside him chuckling as he saw the blonde's hostile glare.

"Sure thing"

"Screw you" the blonde grumbled tersely, clearly offended by the verbal exchange of his two comrades.

As much as I wanted to giggle at the camaraderie of the three men (even if I could not understand them) I knew that would very likely get their attention, so I remained quiet. That silence being tested as I watched with dreaded eyes as the leader -which I assumed was the bluenette- strolled past me whistling a little tune. It seemed as if he didn't suspect at all that I was there, so as soon as the guy was gone I stood to a half-crouch and tip-toed to the corner, taking another quick peek. Both men had their backs to me.

There was an ajar door a mere ten feet away from me, so if I was careful enough-

A loud dramatic cough snapped me out of the imagining of my escape, so with slumped shoulders I turned around to face my potential captor.

"Why hello there cutie, can I help you with something?" the bluenette grinned. But that's not what unnerved me, no, the huge pitch black creature with shining white eyes next to him did. Something I did not see earlier as the man was talking to his pals.

And to add to my misfortune, he put loud emphasis on 'kawai' (as well as konnichiwa, and it was there that I deduced that it was Japanese from what little I did know), thus having two pairs of footsteps come running in our direction. I didn't even get to consider running before two massive arms wrapped around me and suspended me above the ground.

"You think she was gonna rat us out to the cops?!"

"…or a hero…" the big man holding me growled, his grip making me squeak. And despite being scared out of my wits and still not knowing what any of the men were saying, I stayed calm. With my best stoic face I asked in English:

"Do any of you speak English?" it seemed like a long-shot at first, but the bluenette's expression gave me a flicker of hope. That flicker became a small flame as the leader smiled and nodded.

"You're in luck little lady" his English was nearly spot on. The blue-haired man grinned heartily, no sinister intent behind it. I sighed in relief, content in knowing that I could beg for my life and they'd understand me. Well, not that I had to, the leader seemed to lighten up greatly. If anything, he looked like he was sorry. "It's not great, but it's not all bad either" he shrugged, gesturing to the big man to put me down. I didn't feel like running, not yet. Now was as good a time as any to get some answers.

"Where am I?" was the first thing out of my lips as my feet touched the ground. Black eyes widened with bemusement.

"Fukuoka, Japan" the bluenette said with a drawl, his expression quickly morphing into a suspicious one.

I bit my lip, silently testing all the responses in my mind. "I uh…" I trailed off as something in the back of my mind seemed to recognize the man. Ignoring it, I continued. "I have no clue as to how I got here"

Four pairs of eyes (including that shadow-dog critter) studied me with either suspicion, curiosity, or indifference. I gulped. "If it's not too much to ask...may you please give me directions, preferably to the nearest police station"

Even with the obvious language barrier between myself and the blue-haired man's buddies, they both picked up rather quickly on one specific word. And one was significantly more aggressive than the other two when it came to voicing his opinion.

"I knew this bitch was no good!". Although we had just met minutes ago, the blue-haired leader took it upon himself to restrain the blonde as the man lunged at me with a knife. The man's attempts of killing me appeared comical as he flailed his arms and legs within his leader's grip.

"Calm down" the taller of the two grumbled, not at all happy with the blonde's reaction. Black eyes darted back over to me. "Sorry about that, that's one of his trigger words. That and 'Hero'". My whole body went rigid upon hearing that last bit. So not only was I in an anime but…

"What…"

And while I already had swiftly drawn such a conclusion, I had to ask anyway. "W-What do you mean by 'Hero'?"

A single blue eyebrow raised dramatically at my harmless question. "You know, Heroes. Those delusional, flashy morons running around in capes...or bodysuits" the bluenette grinned, leaning closer to me as if to whisper something. "And if you really want to rile up Blondie there, all you need to do is mention 'Endeavor'"

I peered around the bluenette's arm to see the blonde thug eyeing me. Challenging me to do just that, as if his hearing and English was good enough to understand what the bluenette was supposedly teasing me to do. I bit my lip and shook my head. "I really don't want any trouble. I only want to get to the nearest station...please" I chirped, noting how the shadow creature next to his blue-haired master tensed, even if only for a millisecond. Black eyes studied me thoughtfully, as if wanting to say more -but closed in order to keep whatever was behind them in check.

"Alright little lady, I'll-"

The blaring of sirens made us all jump, even the shadow critter. And if that didn't add to the suspense, there were people shouting in the distance, sounding as if they were giving directions. The mix of the two chaotic noises were too close for comfort...perhaps the three men that were in my company were the targets? Whatever the reason for all the excitement, the blonde -ever the opportunistic one- grabbed me and held his knife to my throat. "This just proves it, let's just kill her and be done with it!"

Both the bluenette and the big guy were quite displeased upon seeing this. The beady yellow eyes of the man that had almost hugged me to death minutes prior narrowed at the blonde thug. "Stop being rash and put her down!" the largest man of the trio extended an arm with the intention of knocking the knife out of the blonde's grip, but alas, the scruffy little man holding me was a quick one and merely leaped back. All the while, the wailing of the police sirens were closing in to the point where there was no doubt in my mind that we were all the quarry. Not just the three men, but myself included. Perhaps I really did lead the police to some random alley in their pursuit of me. It would have surely made sense, I haven't forgotten the stares I had received earlier when I was meandering. But why all the fuss? I wasn't just completely new to the city and country, but the universe as well. Yet here I was, with a thug's knife at my throat because he thought I led the police to him and his buddies. I couldn't hate him for it really, even when his friends appeared irritated. He did strike me as the loyal kind, even if he was hot-headed and rash. And because of this, he refused to release me as he and the bluenette and the big man continued to argue with escalating tones. It was obvious they knew the police were converging, but for whatever reason they seemed to be at an impasse. I remained quiet with eyes fixated on the bluenette's little shadow-dog which actually had wings, equine-like legs and a snake-like tail from what I could see in the dark. The critter was all pitch black with glowing white eyes, and could have very well been smaller than it appeared. Those white eyes bored into my soul, looking almost amused with my fascination with it. We probably stared at each other for only a minute, but it felt like hours before the big man shouted something and pointed at something growing on the wall. The bluenette's black angry gaze followed where the big fellow was pointing and instantly broadened with pure, undiluted relief. With a sigh, the bluenette shouted while beckoning for his pals to follow. "Man, talk about impeccable timing, let's go guys!"

I yelped as something cold and hard swiftly met the back of my skull. My body felt like a sack of potatoes as I was slung over the blonde's shoulder effortlessly.

The last thing I saw before I finally blacked out was a swirling black and purple vortex.

I stirred against something warm. It took me a moment or two to realize it was really a blanket, or blankets tucked snugly against my form. I sighed with content and stretched, rubbing my eyes. Upon opening my eyes, my breath hitched as I saw that everything had not changed.

Had not changed in the slightest. As if it was never a dream.

Oh, and I had a mean headache. Not really a migraine, but getting there.

"Ow…" I snarled and curled up, "Why does this universe hate me". I was completely oblivious to a second figure in the room, and in being so, I yelped and my body left a good few inches off the bed once he decided to speak.

"Sounds like a deep question". My head spun around to see the owner of the voice smirking, his shadow-pet at his feet.

The man's smirk grew wider and he casually pat the top of his shadow-pet's head, as if it was actually a dog. "Sadly, I don't know enough about you to help you on that subject" the bluenette's smirk then shifted into a friendly and genuine smile. "Let's start with your name" his eyes twinkled in amusement. Probably thought my face was funny.

By funny, I mean resembled a startled bunny.

"C-Cass..A-andra…" I squeaked, unsure of how to proceed with this awkward discussion with a man that was a complete stranger. Though, the feeling that I somehow knew him persisted, stronger than it had previously been. And not only that, but he looked like he was having conflicting thoughts too. Whatever they were, he kept them in check.

"Hmmm, you look more like an Alice to me, but oh well" he mumbled more to himself than to me. "What brings you to Japan? Are things in America going badly for you?" it was an honest question, if only a little teasing. As if he knew me longer than a mere twenty minutes or so.

"I don't know...I just, woke up here"

"You have no recollection of how you got where you were?"

I nodded sheepishly. "When I walked around trying to figure out where I was, I got a lot of stares"

For some irritating reason, that made him grin mischievously, as if he suddenly remembered some juicy bit of information he didn't know he had until now. His hand moved in a blur as he procured something out of his pocket. It was a phone.

"Probably because you look like her" he turned the screen to me, showing a grinning woman with golden hair and black eyes wearing an outfit identical to the one the bluenette and big man had but with a studded black leather jacket. She had light freckles and a scar on her lip. I tilted my head in confusion. "Sure, you got auburn hair and brown eyes and no scars -well, not on your face anyway, but still…" he handed me a mirror. Sure enough, besides the obvious differences he just listed, we did look alike. Right down to our anime chins.

"I have never seen that woman before" I frowned. So, that's why I was getting dirty looks? Because I looked like a-

"She's a famous villain, well, in America anyway. She's slowly becoming popular in this country too" the bluenette then looked at the picture, a hint of bitter distaste in his gaze and tone. "We worked once or twice together..." he trailed off, not finishing as he clicked the phone off and put it back in his pocket.

"There's more to it than that isn't there?"

He smirked; I could only guess what he found funny. "Yeah, but I won't tell you, not yet. Personal reasons"

I nodded. The last thing I wanted to do was pry, especially when he had a shadowy pet that could easily reduce me to mincemeat. "So we didn't get caught by the cops" I stated wryly, changing the subject.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that you stumbled into a meeting spot" he sighed. "We -or rather me and Colossus- wanted to help you out because we didn't want to involve you. It's why we both got pissed when Blondie wouldn't let you go"

"Well, that didn't work out did it? So what's going to happen now? I'm in trouble aren't I-?"

"Hey" a hand rested on my shoulder. I squeaked at the man's close proximity, "Don't worry about it. Besides, I think bringing you here may have benefited you more than you think. Just need to convince the boss-man that you're worth keeping. What's your Quirk?"

"I..." I felt my face burn from embarrassment "I don't think I have one".

"You don't think you have one?" he bit his lip, hesitant to go on, as if I'd subtract my worth if I kept talking. "I'm very sure I'm Quirk-" I suddenly found that any fear and anxiety I did have was gone. And that there was another presence to my left. As I jerked my head to face it, it was gone and my fear and anxiety were back. I tilted my head, confused as could be. Just what the hell was that? I was at a loss of words as my shoulders sagged with uncertainty. So, maybe I did have a Quirk? But if so, what was it? How can someone from a reality with no superpowers suddenly have one, and on such short notice? As I continued to ponder, I was oblivious to the curious stares of the blue-haired man and his shadow pet.

I was only brought out of my daze once I heard a clap and a chuckle.

"So congratulations! You're not Quirkless! Don't even know what all that confusion was about…" he stroked his chin, "Though that's probably because Blondie probably hit the back of your head too hard, you poor thing". I believe I've already made it quite clear that we did not know each other very well, yet the man hugged me. It wasn't a perverted or aggressive hug, but a gentle one, almost like we were friends. Before I could (gently) shove him off, he had already let go and was heading toward the door. "I'll leave you alone now, come out whenever you're ready to meet the gang" he was just about to close the door, but stopped short as if he forgot something. "Oh, and the name's Tsuyoi by the way. But please call me Yin" with a wink and grin, he then left.

"Unbelievable" I examined my reflection in the small mirror "Guess I really am a part of all of this, question is...just how significant?". Twenty minutes had passed since Tsuyoi and his pet had left the room, leaving me to 'rest' or rather leave me to my own devices. I was mainly lying around, too shy to go out and meet whomever was outside the room. I had an inkling of just whom I'd meet out there, considering what -or who- I saw before I blanked out. The MHA universe was fascinating, but also very dangerous. And most of that danger came in the form of people. And as such, I needed to be really careful with how I interacted with them. But for now, I was sitting in bed just staring blankly at my reflection.

After another few minutes of feeling vain, I sighed and put the mirror down. It really was strange to see my naturally pale skin free from blemishes/impurities with the only exception being my freckles. My eyes were big and pronounced, their chocolate color sporting a more reddish tint to it. Same went with my hair, the color a rich auburn. And where almost all the women/girls had a thin line for a mouth, mine were slightly fuller, defined by a red/pink color which I only assumed was make-up. The only features I knew that I shouldn't have come with being these random scars ranging in different lengths across my body. The pale scars were even paler than my skin, and made me look as if I was fused back together again some long while ago. Funny thing is, I just arrived into the anime and that I did not have scars before this whole fiasco.

Skimming some more over the scars, I did an examination of my body. I knew I was short, but the way I was designed made me look even more petite, and I could only blush as I saw that I had a notable…bust. At least it wasn't as big as Midnight's but still, I winced and slapped myself for comparing. I also could clearly see that I was not in the pajamas I wore before going to bed (before I woke up in a 'fictional' universe), but instead a white tank top and black shorts, complete with black sneakers and knee high black socks. Again, feeling as though I wasted too much time being vain, I all too happily started thinking about things that deserved to be pondered.

Such as what the hell I was going to do once I left the room. Running away was an option, but it's consequences were the least desired. Right next to actually facing who was out there and likely getting myself killed because I said something someone did not agree with. After a few more minutes of internal conflict, I got up and approached the door, wary of it even though it wasn't a living thing. I know, I'm ridiculous. So ridiculous, I stood there a full minute before I finally worked up the courage to open the door, looking both ways before choosing the direction where voices seemed to be wafting from. The hallways were very dark. I had to squint and watch my step, eager to not trip and cause a commotion in the compact corridors, knowing that it was perfect for acoustics. Though, as stealthy as I was, I couldn't shake the feeling I was being watched or worse yet, stalked. I told myself to stop being so damn paranoid.

And I being my own hypocrite, all too quickly looked behind me.

Nothing stirred, not even a mouse. With hesitant feet, and a suppressed sneeze, I continued forward.

After two or so minutes of navigating the dark, I finally rounded a corner and could see the light of my destination leaking through an ajar door. With cautious steps, I peeked through and found myself to be face-to-face with a rather tidy bar. Stifling an 'eep', I slowly backpedaled away from the room upon seeing it was very much occupied. But seeing that it was the three men from the alley plus a familiar blonde girl, I coaxed myself into entering anyway.

"Hey, am I late to the party -EEP!". My small body was easily shoved to the ground as a much larger one was pressed firmly against it, a wolf-like growl resonated from a shadowy maw centimeters from my head.

"About time you showed up! I thought you fell asleep" Tsuyoi, or should I say Yin said in some more of his near perfect English, earning the confused glances of everyone else in the room. He chuckled and ambled toward me with that big stupid grin on his face "That, or you ran away. Thank God it wasn't the latter". He crouched in front of me, resting his hand on my head in a sure gesture that we were friends. Again, I only knew him for what, a half-hour? Still, it would have been rude to snap at him, so I was going to politely ask for him to stop petting me and to order his shadow-mutt to get off. However I didn't get the chance before someone in a familiar butler suit strolled into the room. And he did not look amused.

"Excuse me…" yellow wispy 'eyes' narrowed to slits at the blue-haired man standing over me. The visible guilt on Tsuyoi's face elicited a giggle from the blonde girl sitting next to Colossus. "Please call off your hound, I'm sure the young lady does not appreciate being pinned" Kurogiri, aka Black Mist, continued to speak to Tsuyoi in Japanese, but I could clearly hear the slight irritation in his tone. Whatever the two men were talking about, Tsuyoi seemed to do well in defending himself and working out any misunderstandings there may have been just moments ago. As I continued to watch the two interacting (their arguing tones replaced by more civil ones), I failed to notice someone sauntering up to me, peering at me with all the curiosity of a cat.

"Hello!"

I jumped upon hearing a girl's voice greet me. Turning around, I (nervously) smiled at the blonde girl, Himiko Toga -or Toga Himiko- if I recalled. And not wanting to get stabbed, I returned the greeting with a wave. "Konnichiwa" funnily enough, it was one of the very few words in Japanese that I understood. Even funnier, my pronunciation must have been off or my accent too 'American', because Toga looked right through it with her golden cat eyes.

"An American?"

Getting the gist of what she just asked, I nodded sheepishly. Before she could ask anything else, Kurogiri stepped in.

"Are you hurt?" the black-fog man asked. Tsuyoi was beside him, all too kind to translate for me.

"Just my pride" I quipped and smirked at Tsuyoi as he relayed the translation to Kurogiri. Wispy yellow eyes narrowed in what I guessed was amusement before Kurogiri nodded in satisfaction and walked behind the counter to start his duties as a bartender. As he did that, Toga resumed her prodding.

"What's your name? Your Quirk? You're so adorable, are you really a full-fledged villain?!" she was holding the sides of her face in her hands as she asked all this, and continued asking all sorts of questions at a speed in which Tsuyoi had trouble translating. Truth be told, I did like this character, but her proximity and curiosity were almost too much to bear. With a soft inhale, I held up a finger hoping she'd understand what it meant. Thankfully, she did and it gave me the chance to actually answer the first few questions she asked.

"My name is Cassandra, but you may call me Cassie. As for my Quirk, it's uh-" I paused suddenly, Tsuyoi nearly sputtering at the end of the translation. I didn't want to say I just got it, nor did I want to say I had no idea what it was considering people got their Quirks at around four-years-old and would have a fair idea of what they were capable of at my age. I wanted to lie and pull out some obscure ability from out of my head, but I was no liar. That, and that presence I felt before returned. And this time, it didn't flicker away when I turned to look at it.

And as such, I squealed and jumped like a startled little girl.

Staring back at me was a clone. A black and white clone. Her skin was black and appeared to be composed of some strange matter than actual flesh. Her hair was white and wispy, and her eyes matched. White freckles dotted her face in the same exact pattern as mine did. The color of her clothes also switched polarity as well; the tank top was black and the shorts, sneakers and socks were white. She was indeed a mirror image, but her colors and movements didn't match mine. In fact, she had her arms crossed as if to look disappointed. No words left her mouth (not that she could, I didn't see a mouth on her) as white eyes beamed happily at me, contradicting her disappointed stance.

"Oooo, so cool and dark!" Toga seemed distracted enough as she examined the clone eagerly, but would shoot an expectant glance in my and Tsuyoi's direction.

"M-My Quirk is Shadow Copy" I exhaled a little louder than I probably should have. I did after all, just pull a Quirk name out of my ass. "And as for being a full-fledged villain? I'm told I look like one…" I looked over to the blue-haired man that was now only a couple of feet to my left, his hand moving swiftly as he pulled out a picture of the blonde woman. "But I'm not really on her level"

"You're just starting out? AwwwwWWWW" Toga cooed, pinching both my cheeks and pulling lightly. I wanted to swipe her hands away, but considering how swift she was with a knife I figured the best thing to do was to just let it happen. She probably assumed I was her age, and I wanted to prove that I wasn't by not lashing out like a frustrated child. That, and I think I already said I didn't want to get stabbed.

"I wouldn't say I was just starting out, I'm just really good at keeping a low profile"

She continued to pull at my cheeks, oblivious to my growing discomfort.

"I'm also 24"

Toga stopped tugging, but she didn't let go. Golden cat eyes narrowed in mirth. "Still adorable"

And then she let go. Skipping over to a snickering Colossus, she then sat beside the man resuming whatever they were chatting about before I entered the room. 'Blondie' was nowhere in sight, he left in the time between me introducing myself and the cheek-pulling. Yikes, I wondered what his issue was. Not that I dwelled too much on it, not when a dark and lanky individual quietly slipped into the room like an edgy ghost.

"Ah Shigaraki Tomura, so good of you to join us!" Kurogiri greeted (since Tsuyoi stopped translating in order to grab a drink, I had to guess that was what it was), polishing a glass as Shigaraki took a few moments to stare all the 'newcomers' down. The only one not receiving the harsh glare being Toga, but that's likely because she had already been introduced to the Handy-Man. Now I had an idea on where I was in the story, but I needed more specific details to be sure. In the meantime, I was doing my ample best to not waver under that intense red glare once it decided to fixate on me. Both me and my 'clone' stood still as statues as Shigaraki pointed directly at us. Or me, actually, it could have been the space between us.

"Who the hell is this?"

This time it wasn't Tsuyoi that translated, but rather my 'clone' as she leaned in to whisper. So not only can my clone speak Japanese, but Shigaraki is clearly not happy with my presence. With these things in mind, I couldn't help but think:

Oh balls.

I kept alot of things...but changed alot more XD. I apologize for any misspellings and OOCness.

Now then, I'm going to go work on Chapter 2.