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:

Eomma = "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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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 in the restroom right now !

"—And 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 unseeable 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 in 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 we are 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 city 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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~4 years old.

Bursting to tell my long-kept secret, I tugged on Touya's sleeve and began to whisper to him when he crouched down to look at me, face to face. "Don't tell my Otousan, Touya-Oppa…. but I want to become a hero! Just like you and my brothers are going to be one. Just like All Might!"

"... really? ….Ainiru, being a hero isn't that great. Heroes act like they are so just and faultless when they themselves treat their own families like tra— Nevermind…..It's just that I think that the title of a hero doesn't deserve you."

"...But still! I want to be a hero! ….I hope that Otousan will let me…..!"

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~5 years old

"Ojiisan, Obaasan! You're -huff- here! I—-"

"Insolent girl! You shouldn't be running to meet us! Walk slowly and gracefully like a proper lady should!" Stifling my huge gasps for air, I stared up at my scowling grandparents, frightened by their snappish dispositions.

Did I... do anything wrong?

"...I'm ...sorry...Ojiisan, Obaasan."

"...Hmph. If only your good-for-nothing mother birthed a son, instead of a disappointment. A daughter." My grandmother spat spitefully. "Stand up straight! What is wrong with your posture! And why did you not stop and bow deeply when you saw us! Did your mother not teach you your manners!"

I falteringly bowed, my head tipped back to peek at my grandparents' expressions to see if they approved. "Don't look at me when you are bowing, girl!" Cheeks flushing deep red from embarrassment, I immediately tucked my head in, hoping that her chastising would end.

"Humph." My grandparents strode by coldly, leaving me to cautiously look up and watch them walk down the main hallway of my home.

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~6 years old.

Nervous, I shyly brought out my present from behind my back, offering it hesitantly to my uncles. They ignored me, as Eldest Uncle kept on scrolling through his phone while Youngest Uncle kept on talking into his phone.

"Eldest Uncle, Youngest Uncle…. I made this at my school… " Both uncles shot me an exasperated look but I kept venturing on. Their faces grew increasingly aggravated as I finished my words with a tremble in my voice.

"And.. I was hoping you would… keep t-this?" There was an awkward pause. And another pause that stretched for long minutes. Both of my uncles never looked up at me and I soon left, defeated.

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~ 7 years old

"Eomma, why are Ojiisan, Obaasan, Eldest Uncle, and Youngest Uncle always so against me…! They always nit-pick heavily on my every move while they adore Tsuiniko and dote on him. They always acknowledge Eldest, Second, and Third Brother..!" I exploded, once my extended family had left for their respective homes.

"They don't even come over for my birthday, Eomma! They only come over for Tsuiniko, Otousan, and my brothers! They never even come over for Onee-san's birthday either…!" Tears erupted as my long-kept anger and disappointment exploded in an outburst toward Eomma.

"…..Even Otousan is more proud and more supporting of Tsuiniko than me! I know that it isn't Tsuiniko's fault… But no matter how much I study or how much I concentrate on my looks and manners, they don't acknowledge me at all!" I paused, finally coming to a conclusion after all these years.

"….It's because I'm a girl, right? They have been looking down on me ever since I was born...It makes sense." Tears spilled out of me as I looked around my quiet room.

"...The way they always treat me and Oneesan. Even though Oneesan is older than me, and she doesn't talk to me, the only fact that we both share is that we are both girls in this family….! ...Eomma, did you also think I didn't notice you suffering under the same treatment that Oneesan and I are going through!"

Eomma stayed silent. Then she took my hand in hers.

"...I'm sorry that I can't do anything about it without a huge explosive fight….. Ainiru. As your Eomma, I was always blaming myself that I couldn't do anything ever since they were treating you like that... But Ainiru, even I can't do anything about it... I am always here for you. The only way to push through their treatment is to show them that it hasn't gotten to you...! Do the things that you want to do, regardless of what they say about it. Shrug their insults off and don't let them chain you down."

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I stared down at my shoes as Otousan lectured me about my dream to become a pro-hero for what felt like the millionth time. I had begged him painstakingly every sparing moment, hoping that he would give in. But no! He doesn't!

I felt my eyes water, my nasal cavity burning with tears. Keep it in. It won't help you prove your point for the billionth time.

Feeling the mind-numbing lecture in its full force, I stared up at my father, who again was firmly asserting his decision. "Ainiru. Girls of the Yukimisaka family must hold up the old ways, the traditions that your ancestors have upheld, even before quirks have appeared. We were one of the powerful and wealthiest daimyos in Japan! Instead of being a hero….perhaps you can instead be talented in your studies and concentrate on your visage."

"But, Otousan…. I really want to be a hero! I've asked you so many times…. Why can't I become a hero, just like Tsuiniko is going to become one! Even Eldest Brother is going to graduate from a hero academy, and Second Brother is planning to go to UA!"

"You should do something else. Something more feminine, more safer, and more well-fitting for your gender. Being a hero will shatter you into something unrecognizable, something that I'm sure that you as a girl can't handle. Why do you want to go the hard way? Leave that road for Tsuiniko and your brothers, who will be able to handle the pressure. Little girls like you can't train vigorously for UA, especially when you would be too weak."

"But—!"

"Ainiru. Stop this irrational fantasy of yours. I know that it is not fit for you. I will not speak about this matter anymore, no matter how many times you beg in the future. Now lower your voice. Girls must be seen, not heard."

I shut up, swallowing my tears. That was something I was good at. Keeping the pain in. My words. My opinions. My thoughts on everything.

As he waved me off dismissively, I quietly went out of his study, feeling wrath burning in the midst of my insides. As soon as I was inside my room, I went over to my hidden bulletin board and ripped off and threw everything that reminded me of heroes into the trash. Where my dream was currently. At the deep bottom of my life, unable to bring up again.

"Ow!" I immediately withdrew my hand after a thumbtack pricked my finger as I was clawing the posters off in fury.

Suddenly the small stinging pain brought up every defeated memory that I had stored away in my mind over the years. Every depressing thought I had was brought to the surface all at once, along with the now familiar tears. My knees hit the floor, my pricked hand sliding down the wall, smearing blood as I put my head on the wall.

I can't remember how many times… I begged him on my knees, sobbing. All those times when I laid my pride down… all for nothing…!

As I wept my fury out, I finally decided to give up. Give in to the overwhelming pressure to crush everything that I had hoped to become.

I don't want to be a hero anymore. ...I don't. I don't. I don't. Squash it down.

It won't help me anyway.

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"That's it! I'm done! I'm done with your family, Isaoyume! It's not the ancient Japanese medieval age anymore!" Eomma yelled, as Otousan tried to scold her.

My pencil stopped writing out math formulas on my clean notebook as I heard Eomma and Otousan fight explosively for the first time after my relatives had left.

I wish that they would stop fighting.

"Ainiru is your daughter, not theirs! You don't see how they are hurting her inside, don't you! If you don't stop this treatment immediately, I'm leaving for Korea with Ainiru and Tsuiniko! Yes, I will be divorcing you because I have had enough of this treatment for years!"

"Asagao, you will not be leaving for Korea, nor will you be divorcing me."

"I don't care what you say! You're always restricting everything I did for the past 12 years! And I don't care if our marriage was a quirk-marriage! I'm taking my children with me!"

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~8 years old

The day was cold. And the sky was gray, with dark clouds. The cherry blossom trees, planted in front of our house, were blooming profusely and ever so slightly, petals would float down with every sway of the wind. As night fell, the winds grew more cutting and harsher, but everything was illuminated by bright moonlight.

It would have been beautiful if only Eomma wasn't leaving.

Blindly, I stumbled after my mom, with my shadow darting across the long walkway that led to our house. "Eomma…. Please don't leave me." I cried out as I gripped her arm as she dragged her ragged suitcase behind her.

She stopped and looked back down at me, the glowing outdoor lanterns shining behind her. Then she crouched down to my level and I looked through tears into her swollen jade-green eyes. "Eomma, please let me go with you! I don't care if I don't know Korean that much! Just take me and Tsuiniko away from this family!"

Her red-rimmed eyes closed and huge pearls of tears streamed down her cheeks as she reached out and wrapped her long arms around me tightly.

"I'm so sorry… Ainiru..! You can't come with me… It's all my fault..! It's my fault that I didn't have money or influence..! I was so foolish! I should have saved up money... Your father had tried everything to keep you and Tsuiniko in his family... and he succeeded..!"

I clung unto her, bawling into her parka and leaving damp stains on her shoulders. But I didn't care about making a big mess of myself. We were in that position for what felt like eternity. I tried to engrain her voice, her build, her scent, and how strands of Eomma's beautiful sunset hair lifted in the wind in the moonlight in my mind.

Eomma withdrew slowly to study my face, tears winking at the corner of her eyes. "Ainiru… I know for sure the next few years will be hard for you…. I'm sorry that I wouldn't be there for you... but you have to stay strong…. Okay? You have to be strong for Tsuniko, too." She whispered falteringly while brushing away my hair behind my ears, weakly smiling.

Taking my hand, she pressed a folded piece of paper into my palm and closed it tightly. "When you become 20… you wouldn't need to stay with your Otousan. Wait for Tsuniko to be 20 as well. Then you two… can both leave and come find me in Korea, okay?" She kissed my forehead and continued on.

"I… will be at this place, written on this paper. I will wait for you… or when you don't come at all, I will come to Japan again and find you. Just wait until you become 20 and you can see me again." Letting me go after a small pause, she then stood up with a shaky breath.

"I promise you... that we will meet again. I love you, Ainiru… Always remember that. Tell Tsuiniko that I love him too."

Then she left. Storming through the night as she disappeared from my blurry vision.

I collapsed there on the cold stone walkway, bawling so hard that I was sure that everyone in the vicinity could hear me. Exhausted of all my energy after crying, I then curled up on the walkway and passed out into sleep. I felt the freezing cold seeping into my bones, but I didn't have the strength to get up and go back inside.

Faintly, I heard footsteps on the walkway through my lucidness. They stopped right in front of me. Strong arms reached under me and scooped me up into their embrace. Suddenly my face was leaning on someone's shoulder as my sleep-heavy eyes fluttered.

With a whoosh of warm air that signified that I was in my home, I was soon placed on a comfortable bed. My parka that I had hurriedly put on was unzipped and was replaced with a warm blanket. I drifted off to deeper sleep, and in the morning, a new chapter of my life began.

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~ 10 years old.

"My dad just added another physics teacher to help learn more about molecular structures, Ainiru. This is so exciting! …. Aren't your parents starting your training? You know, to become a hero."

Avoiding my best friend's questioning eyes, I bit my lower lip, stifling back my instant urge to change the conversation immediately. "No.."

"Why, though? Your quirk is really good! If you were a hero, you would be one of the best!"

"... Momo, I want to become a nurse."

Stop thinking about it. The prospect of becoming a her—-.

"...Okay, then. But promise me, we will still be best friends even after I become a pro-hero!"

"Of course, Momo. I promise." Turning my head, I tried to ignore the overwhelming envy stirring in my heart.

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The next thing I knew, I was lying down on the bed again with my concerned brothers and a doctor hovering over me in relief.

After checking me over, the doctor announced that I did not have a concussion and was just dehydrated. I, on the other hand, was stunned speechless because of the sudden, forceful torrent of unfamiliar memories and stayed frozen through the whole ordeal.

"Are you sure that you are feeling okay? Should I get you anything else?" My older brother, Keitomo, said.

"..…..Oniisan. I'm.. fine. I just have a minor headache." My mouth weighed like stones as I gave the pink-haired boy-no, my older brother a feeble smile, stretching my lips thinly in an act of reassurance.

"Oniisan… can you and... Tsuiniko... leave me alone for a few minutes? I... just want to get some rest." My hands fisted my comforter tightly as Oniisan looked down at me and gave a nod.

"Tsuiniko, let's leave your sister for her to rest. Ainiru, call for me if you want anything…. okay?" With the help of Tsuiniko, Oniisan readjusted my pillows to make me comfortable. Then he took my little brother by the hand and walked across my spacious room to leave. As soon as the doors closed, I stayed sitting there in silence, feeling paralyzed. My body felt like stone, as my eyes stared unfocused into the distance.

...This doesn't make sense….! How…? Why….!

What do I do?

…..What do I…. do?

Sweat started to drench my clothes, as I felt pins and needles coming to life in my cold hands. I suddenly felt cold wetness and touched my face tentatively. I'm… crying?

The sudden impact of my situation hit me as I realized that this was all real.

This doesn't make sense at all…. This is not me… this is not me at all….!

I'm a different person… How is this possible….? This is not my body, nor my own memories! I now have a different name, a different family, a different background, a different home…. A different life….

In…. an another world…..!

I began to sob harder, the shock overriding my senses. No, this is not real! I want to go back!

Suddenly flashes of the shooter, Esperanza, my injury, and the situation I was in made themselves known. ...But although I'm in this crazy, impossible situation…. it's definitely better than almost dying again!

If I went through a school shooting, then definitely…. I could go through this with no problem.

I sucked in deep breaths and expelled out air from my lungs. Pull yourself together! Aera, remember what you promised to Mom!

…..It's okay! Everything is fine. I'm not hurt or in danger right now. ...I can do it. There's nothing I can do to change this situation, so I would have to go with the flow. I can adapt to this situation! I can do this!

But first, I need to stop crying!

A sharp, clipped voice snapped in my head. You have two choices, Aera! One: you can have panic attacks and be listless to the world. Two: You can pull yourself together, ready your mind, and move on. What's it gonna be?

Number two. Obviously not Number 1.

Then breathe and let your emotions escape.

My heavy breathing became more calm and less sunken, with my tears ceasing next. I sat there still, finally calm. As I stifled the upcoming lumps in my throat, I felt drained of strength with my tears sticky on my face, my eyes hurting as I blinked.

I glanced at the shiny intricate clock that adorned the pale blue wall in front of me. What felt like hours was only a few minutes.

The air inside my room felt stuffy and I felt sweat trickle down my neck. I should…. go get some fresh air.

Slowly getting off my bed, I directed my heavy feet toward the tall tinted-glass doors that led to a balcony, if my memories served me right. As I walked laggardly, my face felt wooden with my mind in a befuddled state.

Desensitized to any feeling, I wordlessly opened the door and swung it open. I stepped through the doors and onto the balcony. The warmth of the strong sunlight hit me all of the sudden, along with the soft wind ruffling my damp hair.

I slowly put my hands on the banister and leaned over, my eyes slowly widening as they took in the far-away cityscape sprawling in front of me.

City buildings stood stark against the vibrant, cloudless blue sky, with birds singing their songs. The lively hum of the city reached my ears as a faint roar and rumble erupted from some part of the city. The rich green trees faintly swayed in the wind, as the sun shone more blindingly as if knowing my awe.

As I strained my eyesight as far as it could into the distance, I could see the source of the rumble more clearly. A hulking, gargantuan figure on the right side of the city was creating the rumble as small figures darted around the figure and around the buildings. They seemed to be …

….Heroes. Pro-heroes to be exact!

And… they're trying to catch a villain!

...Oh my gosh. Immensely stunned, my mind was blank. My heart pounded strongly as I stood there, slowly processing what I was seeing. Something vividly colored in the distance then caught my eye and pure, unadulterated laughter suddenly burst out of me at the sight of it.

In his familiar hero costume, All Might gave his iconic huge grin, holding up his right fist in his iconic pose on a big billboard.

Laughter came exploding out of me for what felt like an eternity. I doubled over in two, holding on to the bannister for support while laughing wholeheartedly. As it smashed the lingering impassivity in my body, I felt the heavy weight fly off my chest and I could finally breathe. I could once feel my body coming to life again, coming back to my usual self.

As I gasped for air numerous times, I wiped away the wet residue from my tears of laughter off my face. A broad smile started to emerge in my face, lighthearted excitement beginning to stir in my heart.

So what the crazy lady said was true. This….is actually real!

I'm in the world... of My Hero Academia!

A/N: To eliminate our beloved Car-Kun or Truck-kun, I decided to list 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 kinds 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..!