It felt like her chest was about to cave in. She could feel nothing but pain and emptiness. All around her was an empty void. She tried to see around her, to try and figure out where she was, but there was nothing. She couldn't even see her own body. How can her chest hurt if she doesn't have a chest in the first place? She wanted to scream, the pain was so horrible, but she didn't have a mouth to open to scream. Why? Why was this happening?! What did she do to deserve this?

Who was she, anyway?

Suddenly the pressure on her chest lessened and then increased immensely. She was able to scream this time, as she heard something for the first time in who knows how long. It was heart-wrenching and loud and full of grief. She didn't understand why she could suddenly scream, but she didn't care at the moment. She let it out as long as she could, even taking in another deep breath that seared her chest with pain before screaming again. Her eyes wrenched open after the last scream and noticed she could see herself again. Her frame was lean and built and naked. Why was she naked? Her eyes blurred, and suddenly the empty void around her was filled with stars. The air around her got suddenly colder, and it felt like the wind was blowing against her back. She felt a weight of some sort press against her stomach, and the wind began howling in her ears. Her arms lifted in front of her, and she watched fascinated as the stars suddenly faded behind puffs of white.

"Clouds." She faintly heard her voice say. Of course, they would be clouds. Wait, was she falling? Strands of red flew past her face, still attached to her head. Her hair, she assumed? It was a beautiful crimson. She was able to turn around and saw she was indeed falling. How had she come from the sky? How was she supposed to live from this fall? It seemed like a beach was her destination, so maybe she could try and tilt her body to move closer to the water? Was that even possible? And even then did she really want to live? This pain was getting unbearable. Maybe she should aim for the beach? She closed her eyes. What's the point in living if the pain is never-ending?

She felt something warm wrap around her, and her trajectory changed, no longer feeling gravity pulling her straight down, instead, she was moving at a diagonal angle towards the beach, lessening her velocity from Terminal to something else. She opened her eyes again. There was a boy? Man? A male, holding onto her, with what seemed to be a beach towel wrapped around her. His face had a flush of red and was trying desperately to not look at her body and just her face. He had fluffy dark green hair that swayed gently by the wind surrounding him, and his emerald eyes locked with hers. His whole body was covered in light green energy, and his voice was surprisingly steady as he spoke to her over the wind. "It'll be okay! I am here now!" He gave her a smile that seemed to put her at ease.

She desperately wanted to smile, to show she understood, but the pain in her chest decided otherwise, and she saw darkness again.

Izuku was having a strangely active day. Ever since he got his Provisional Hero License, he had been running into emergency after emergency on a complete accident. First was an old lady getting her purse snatched, then a kid almost getting hit by a car in the street, a kitten almost got crushed by a tree, and now what seemed to be a naked woman falling from the sky at Dagobah beach where he planned to meet All-Might for an Idea he had about One for All. Thankfully he had a towel since he had planned to do some swimming for exercise, so he took it out of his bag and activated his Full Cowling. He got a running start and leaped upwards, catching the woman in his arms. It was hard to wrap her up while they were in the air and moving at a decent speed, but he managed it somehow. He noticed a pair of emerald eyes looking at him, full of surprise and pain. "It'll be okay! I am here now!" Izuku tried his best to sound confident, just like All-Might did every time he came to the rescue. 'Smile Izuku! Save her with a smile on your face!' He beamed at her. She had a look of recognition on her face before her eyes closed and her head went limp. He panicked for a second before shaking it off. 'She probably just blacked out because of the situation. ' How did she even get up there? '

He noticed they were getting close to the ground and gave another kick to slow their descent. The landing was a bit rough on his knees, but that was okay, he's handled worse. He was going to set the woman down but realized he couldn't really do that. If he set her down like this, she'd get sand all over her back, and if he moved the towel, she would be visible to anyone that came by. Izuku juggled the woman around a bit before actually being able to hold her with one arm and get his phone out. Thankfully, Iida had a group chat with the whole class for hero work. He had to add another one for just regular talking, to keep Kaminari and Sero from Memeing up the Hero chat.

Deku : Hey, Creati, if you are not busy, I could use your help!

It took a few seconds before he got a reply.

Creati:Deku? It's not like you to ask me for help, what seems to be the issue?

Deku:It's a long story, but you are the most qualified to help right now. You have the most first-aid training than anyone, so I would greatly appreciate the assist!

Creati:Send your location. I'll be there, asap.

Uravity:Let us know if you need more help!

Red Riot:Be careful!

Deku:I will, thank you!

Izuku pressed the send location button and sighed with relief once he saw that it was received. "It's a good thing Yaoyorozu wasn't busy. Hopefully, she can make some clothes for you too." He put his phone away, and held the girl in a safer position, making sure the towel didn't come loose to protect her modesty. He did have to admit, if this weren't a potentially dangerous situation, he would be freaking out. Izuku had just gotten used to Uraraka being his friend, which resulted in his first hug from a girl after they both got their licenses. He would normally be shaking something fierce cause this was a beautiful nude girl in his arms. He kept his eyes to her head to prevent his eyes from wandering. Her crimson hair was stunning. 'Is it dyed? Or natural like Kirishima's? ' The One-For-All user shook his head and looked up towards the entrance of the beach. Hopefully, Yaoyorozu won't be too long.

In fifteen minutes, Izuku noticed a black vehicle pull up to the stairway where All-Might used to park his truck when he cleaned the beach nearly a year and a half ago now. Creati seemed to leave the back of the vehicle as he faintly heard a door shut. The Everything Hero leaped over the railing and ran over to him. "Deku! What seems to be the issue?"

"Creati. This woman fell from the sky and passed out when I caught her. For that brief second, when we made eye contact, she looked like she was in intense pain. Can you check her out, see if we have to get her to a hospital?" Izuku explained to his classmate.

The Vice Class rep nodded in confirmation. "Of course." Izuku looked up as Yaoyorozu moved closer so that when she removed the towel, he wouldn't see anything he shouldn't.

"Deku…"

"I don't know why she's naked either!" He said defensively, trying not to get too flustered and jostle his charge around. "I just saw her falling from the sky!"

"We should get her to U.A. Recovery Girl should still be there," Creati stated, already moving to the vehicle she came in. "Come put her in the car; I'll make her a bathrobe. It'll be more comfortable than just a towel, and I don't have time to take her measurements."

Izuku nodded as he climbed the steps with the mystery woman in his arms. He tried not to gasp as he saw the limousine that was parked there. 'I thought it was just a regular car! Well, Yaoyorozu is rich after all, she would probably just have her chauffeur drive her around.' Izuku walked to the back, where he put the woman in before turning around to let Creati do her work. He saw the ambient glow of her quirk light up the entire back seat of the limo and turned back around once the glow faded. The mystery woman was now wrapped up in a cotton bathrobe, much warmer than the thin towel Izuku had used to cover her initially. Creati was checking her pulse and created a flashlight to check her eyes if she had a concussion. "Anything drastic, Creati?"

The other Hero just gave him a smile. "Nothing too bad. Her pulse is higher than should be given how old she looks, I'd estimate around 150/bpm. She must be in severe pain. We should be able to avoid a hospital as long as we can get to U.A soon." Izuku let out a sigh of relief. Yaoyorozu pressed a button on the ceiling above her. "Driver, please take us to U.A. ASAP, please." There was a single beep in response, and Izuku felt the car jolt into motion. He could only hope this woman would be okay.

The ache in her chest was significantly less when she regained consciousness. It was the first thing she noticed, not feeling the need to scream in pain. The next thing she noticed was the voices. They were all speaking a different language that she hadn't heard before when a door slid open, and she listened to the sound of the person that saved her. It was soft and soothing. "How is she, Recovery Girl?"

Whoever he was talking to responded again in that language that she didn't know. She opened her eyes, only to immediately close them again. The lights in this room were bright, but that might just be because she was just unconscious. She squinted her eyes back open and heard the other feminine voice that her savior spoke to speak again. She could faintly see a small older woman at the foot of the bed she was on, and it looked like the woman was facing her. The woman spoke again. Now with eyes opened all the way, she saw the woman seemed to be a nurse or a doctor, judging by the outfit she wore. She also noticed her savior at the edge of her vision, staring at her with those brilliant emerald eyes. The best that she could do was shake her head negatively and try to tell the medical professional.

"I-I'm sorry, I can't understand you." Her voice was raspy, most likely from the screaming she did earlier. The older woman made a face before speaking again, presumably to the other person in the room.

"Um… Recovery Girl? She said she couldn't understand you." The older woman, now dubbed as Recovery Girl, turned to the boy and spoke again. The boy responded, "No, it sounds like she's speaking Japanese just like us. Um, sorry, ma'am?" He was now talking to her. She tried to sit up and turn to look at him but was hit with a wave of exhaustion and failed to sit up. He started waving his arms frantically. "Oh! Please don't try and get up! Your body is frail right now, and I wouldn't want anything to happen to you. Please ma'am, just rest here."

She turned her head to the side to better make eye-contact with her savior. "W-water? Please?" His eyes widened.

"O-oh! Of course! Recovery Girl, she wants water." Recovery Girl just glanced between the two of them, before turning around and walking to the other side of the Doctor's office. The Medical Professional quickly returned with a glass of water, and she gently took it from her. She gingerly drunk from the glass until it was empty, feeling the parchedness leave her throat with each gulp. When finished, she placed the glass down against her side of the bed.

"Thank you. And you, thank you for saving me. You're my Hero." She smiled at the boy, trying to show her gratitude. The boy's eyes got watery almost immediately, and it looked like he was trying hard not to cry.

"I-it's no problem, ma'am! Just doing the right thing!" Recovery Girl said something to the boy before leaving the room. "A-ah, Recovery Girl is going to get Principle Nezu, so we can try and help you out. Do you uh remember what happened?"

She shook her head. "The only thing I remember is my chest hurting, falling, and then you caught me. I don't even know my name."

His eyes were expressive, this time showing a deep sadness in them. "Oh… I-I'm so sorry, ma'am. I can't exactly do much, but if you need me, I'll be here! I'm not sure why Recovery Girl can't understand you, or why you can't understand her, but I'm sure it will work out in the end!"

She giggled. "I appreciate your enthusiasm. If I may, what is my Hero's name? I'd like to be able to refer to you as something other than 'Person who saved me.'"

His eyes widened for just a moment like he just remembered something important. "Ah! My name is Deku! The 'You-can-do-it!' Hero!" That took her for a surprise.

"Wait, so you are an actual Hero? Ah, you must be super busy! I'd hate to keep you!"

"Ah, well, I'm just a Hero-in-Training actually, not officially a Hero yet."

"Officially?"

"Oh, I forgot, you have amnesia… Well, right now, you are at U.A. Academy, the Top Hero School in Japan. Most students here are aiming to either become Heros, Hero Analysts, or Support Item Makers. Ever since Quirks came about 200 years ago, crime has been on the rise. So the government decided to make the Hero program, people with Quirks to help catch Villains and Criminals alike."

That made a little bit of sense but just brought more questions. "Quirks? Japan?"

Deku winced. "It'd probably be a bit too much to keep going into detail."

A voice spoke up by the door; this one a bit more high-pitched than Recovery Girl's. She turned her head and saw what seemed to be a… mouse/bear person? It spoke again and waved to her. She just shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I can't understand you either."

"Ah, Principle Nezu, she says she can't understand you either. She doesn't remember her name, and doesn't know about Heros, Quirks, or even Japan." Well, she was able to infer that Japan was at the very least a City, or even a Country. She must have been distracted, as Deku spoke up again. "Yes sir, for some reason, I can understand her, and she can understand me, but no one else seems to be able to understand her." There was a response. "I… It might be? I was diagnosed as quirkless several years ago, but this could be my original one. I've never had issues with languages before, so it might just automatically translate my words to everyone's primary language." He brought a hand up to his chin and continued to mutter. That was kind of adorable, how he just zeroed in on that one topic and put all of his focus into it. He seemed to realize he was muttering, though, as he gave a start. "Um. Principle Nezu, what are we to do with her? If even you don't have a clue about what her language might be, we can't exactly let her go with no way of knowing what anyone is saying, and if she gets into trouble, she can't exactly call for help." The mouse/bear person spoke again and then walked away. Deku, who had his hand reached out, slowly lowered it. "Okay. Um… Ma'am? I-if it's okay with you, I can take y-you to a place for you to stay, at least until we can try and start getting your memories back. Would that be acceptable?"

"I don't have much of an option, do I?" She gave a sad smile. "I'm sorry for being an inconvenience."

"Ah!" Deku seemed upset at that. "Y-you're not an inconvenience! It's just… uh… sorry… I'm not the best with girls."

Oh, that would explain how he was acting. She giggled. "You're doing great so far. So, where are you taking me?"

"Well, here on campus, we have dorms. The entirety of my class, Class 1-A, are all in the same dorm, so Principle Nezu thought you could move into there so that you'll be near people around your age. Assumedly. He said he'd put you on the second floor, and since you'd be the only girl there, you'd have that whole wing to yourself."

She was 17. Hey, she remembered something! "Deku, I remembered something! I'm 17!"

He smiled, and she felt her chest warm up. "That's great! We are all around the age of 16-17, so you'll fit right in! If you'd like, Nezu did say that you would be free to go around campus once we get you settled, so we can head on over and get you set up with a bed."

She tried to get up but failed again. It had only been a few minutes, so she thought she could've gotten up by now. "Oh, is there maybe a wheelchair? Or some crutches I could use? I don't think I can walk on my own. Sorry."

"Don't be! If… if you'd like, I can carry you? It'd probably be faster that way."

She was about to object but thought about it for a second. The boy did catch her while she fell from the sky; presumably got her to this Academy too, so it really might. "I don't mind. Are you sure, though? I don't want to be a burden for you."

Deku smiled confidently, and it was like when he caught her again the same smile that showed him as competent and fully capable. "I think I can manage. I've had to carry a few dishwashers and fridges, so a person shouldn't be an issue." He still didn't move, though. Was he waiting for her consent? Such a gentleman!

"Alright, I trust you, Deku." He walked up to her bed before his face turned red.

"I-I'll apologize beforehand, in case I touch you inappropriately. Well, your chariot awaits!" He squatted slightly and slid his arms beneath her legs and just under her shoulders, before standing up. She gave a start at the sudden lack of surface below her, before smiling. He made it seem effortless.

"Impressive, Deku." The Hero gave a nervous chuckle.

"Uh, hold on tight, okay?" She nodded before he walked to the open window. She heard the voice of Recovery Girl behind her. Deku responded, "Sorry, Recovery Girl! Just following Nezu's orders!" With that said, he glowed once more with bright green electricity and launched them both through the window into the sky. This breeze was infinitely better than the howling winds from the fall, even though they were moving just as fast. Maybe it was better because she didn't feel like she was dying this time? The wind whipped through her hair, and she felt giddy, laughing as they landed and jumped again. It only took another jump before they reached a building with a giant sign that said '1-A Alliance' on it. "Well, welcome to your new temporary home!"

He walked up to the door and kicked it gently. She faintly heard a voice on the other side. Deku turned around, so his back was to the door and yelled "It's Deku! Civilian in tow, so using Designated Hero names!" She heard a scramble behind him, and the door swung back. The person who opened the door was male and had Crimson hair nearly similar to hers. He had a huge smile, which also showed his sharp jagged teeth, almost like a shark's. He said something, loudly, which was most likely a greeting, so she tried to be polite and wave to him. "Ma'am, this is Red Riot. He's saying hello. Riot, she can't understand anyone but me. I'll tell you more about it later. Can you get Creati for me? We'll be on the second floor in the girl's wing." She saw Red Riot nod, and gave her a smile and a wave before moving, presumably getting this Creati.

"He looks nice." She commented. Deku laughed in response.

"Red Riot is probably the epitome of warmth. If you ever need anything when I'm not here, you can trust him. You can trust nearly all of us, but Red Riot is who I'd recommend before anyone else." She glanced over Deku's shoulder and saw Red Riot tearing up, most likely touched by Deku's words.

"I think he heard you." She giggled. Deku's face turned red in embarrassment and picked up the speed. They almost made it to the elevator when she heard a loud, angry scream. She flinched at the sudden noise.

"Ka- Ground Zero! Civilian! Don't scare her! If you have a problem with it, go talk to Nezu!" All ambient sounds in the dorm died at Deku's outburst. The Elevator door opened, and he stepped in, before hitting the button for the second floor. As the door slid shut, he shuddered and looked like he was about to have a panic attack.

"Deku?"

He jumped, nudging her in his arms. "S-sorry. That… That was Ground Zero. He's one of the strongest here. He's just a little… explosive in his temperament." He didn't look like he wanted to talk about it. The elevator dinged, and the door slid open. Once they were out of the elevator, she gave a soft sigh of relief. She didn't know why, but the elevator gave her a bad feeling. He took a right and stopped at the first door that appeared. "Well, here we are. Home sweet home." He twisted his arm and opened up the door before fixing his grip on her.

When he took her in, she gazed at her new surroundings. The room was barren, except for a full-sized bed, a table against the wall with a chair, presumably for studying. This was an academy, after all. Deku gently set her down on the bed. "Alright, well, ideally, Creati will be here soon, and she'll be able to help you with some uh… things I can't exactly help you with. I'll still be here so I can translate for you, but I'll be in the corner when she does arrive, so I don't see anything I don't need to." There was a knock on the door. "That should be Creati now, so one second." She watched as he left her field of view and came back with a beautiful girl behind him, with long black hair and a gorgeous figure, wearing a simple blouse and leggings. This outfit must be her casual wear, as she couldn't see it as a Hero's outfit. Creati bowed to her. When the female Hero stood up, She waved back in greeting. Deku, true to his word, walked into the corner and placed his face there, projecting his voice for Creati.

"Hello Ma'am, I'm Creati, the Everything Hero. Principle Nezu sent me and Ingenium information about your situation. I'm going to create some clothes for you. Is that okay?" She nodded to the woman standing before her. "Is the robe I made for you comfortable? If it is, you can keep it. If not, I can make you a new one." She nodded again. Creati smiled. "That's great! Well, I have here some measuring tape, so is it okay if you d-disrobe?" The stutter didn't come from Creati and must have just been Deku being nervous about being in the same room. She didn't mind, seeing as there was no other way to get at least some basic clothes. She just felt bad for making these Heroes go out of the way for her. She untied the bathrobe and shrugged it off best she could. She was getting more feeling in her torso, but her lower half was still numb. Creati gasped, and Deku jerked but didn't move from his position.

"Creati? What's wrong?" Deku asked. There was a pause as Creati spoke to Deku, and it looked like she was about to cry. Was… was she ugly? Whatever Creati said almost made Deku turn back around. "Umm, Ma'am? Does… does your chest hurt?"

Does it? "It did earlier when I was falling. It's actually what made me pass out in the first place. It's not too bad right now. Why?" She moved her arms and tried to look down to see what caused Creati to gasp. Once she noticed she nearly gasped as well. Smack dab in the center of her chest, near the top of her cleavage, there was a spider web of black and gold around the size of her fist. "Oh. That's… not supposed to be there."

"She doesn't remember what happened, Creati. Recovery Girl did heal her, though, so it's not life-threatening, whatever it is." As Deku spoke, the gold went into the black, and the black pushed against the gold. It was kind of surreal, seeing that. Whatever happened to her, it explains the pain she felt when she woke up in the sky. As she looked away, she saw Creati's look of worry.

"Tell her I'm okay, Deku. Please. It's getting kind of cold here." She tried to joke as she smiled at the female Hero. Deku translated for her, and Creati looked her in the eyes, trying to send her a message that she just didn't comprehend. Eventually, she did nod and began taking her measurements. Once she was done, Creati lifted up her shirt and revealed her toned stomach. Before she could question either her or Deku, Creati's stomach began to glow a soft purple and sparkled. Once the color and sparkles vanished, what fell into Creati's waiting hands were a full set of clothes, consisting of black leggings, a beige shirt, a tan jacket, and a set of white underclothes. She smiled in appreciation as she took the clothes from Creati and put them on. They all fit perfectly and felt fantastic to the touch. "Thank you, Creati!"

Deku smiled and translated for her. "Is it okay if I turn around now?"

"Yes, I am decent." She smiled when he turned around and watched as he nodded approvingly of the outfit.

"Nice job, Creati!" The other Hero turned to Deku and said something, giving him a pointed look. He nodded. "She says that if any of the boys give you any trouble, come get her. She's on the fifth floor. Once you get a phone, we'll put all of our numbers in so you can message us if you need us. She also says if you have any female issues to come to any of the other girls so they can help." Creati waved at her before turning to leave. She stopped, though, when she got to the door and turned back to look at her. "Oh! That's a good question. I'm sorry I never thought of it sooner. Ma'am, until we find out your name, is there anything you want us to call you besides 'Ma'am'?"

Yes. My name. Call me by my name. She felt a stab of hurt through her head and saw a flash of pictures through her head. She was holding what seemed to be glass that had images on it. Everything was blurred out, except there was a picture of her on it, smiling into the camera. Next to the photo of herself, it said Huntress-in-training: Pyrrha Nikos. Another stab of pain shot through her, and she gasped aloud. She felt a hand on her knee and heard Creati get closer to her. Her eyes refocused and saw them both look at her in worry.

"M-my name. My name is Pyrrha. Pyrrha Nikos."