The room he was in dark, a reddish tint covering the black mist that stretched for as long as the eye could see. Despite the only source of light being the glowing red from the mist, Azami could see the contents of it perfectly. On either side of her were book shelves, one side filled with rows and rows of gray books on gray bookshelves. The left hand side was filled with books and shelves colored a dark, ominous red.

"What's going on?" Azami asked, a frown on her face. Azami confusedly looked over at the ominous dimension that she had woken up in, a touch of fear

In bold, white text, the spine read, '10/19/2012'. Azami's frown deepened, as opened the book, she saw a vivid color depiction of herself, waking up to the sound of her mother's voice screaming at her to get ready for school. Azami put the book back into the shelf and picked up the next one, reading '10/20/2012'. Putting it back in, she ran his fingers over every one of the books, a confused frown on her face. With nothing to do, she ran through the endless hallways and corridors of the place she was in, the blackish-red mist moving away from him like skittish snakes. When she gets to the very last book on the very last shelf, the date on the spine was the previous day's date, that being 11/20/2022. Opening the book, she was greeted with her waking up to her messy room. As she flipped through the pages, she looked through her day, from her disappointing morning, to the 2 job interviews that she had taken that day. All the way till the very last moment of her day.

Azami had passed by her usual route towards her home, intending to get some fast food to fill her belly before she fell asleep. But before she went to the diner she frequented, she stopped at a homeless man, who was sleeping in front of her, right in front of the diner she went to. The man was in tatters, clearly having been moving in front of here in the hopes that someone would give him some cash. Azami gave the man a sad smile (after all, she was nearly going to be evicted as well) and pulled out the remaining yen she had for the man. She would just have to sleep with an empty stomach. Azami then closed the book in the real world, eyes wide with realization.

They were memories. Each book was a day in her life.

Azami then walked away from the shelves, running back towards the split pathway she had woken up in. After finally getting there, she walked north, hoping to find the end of this place, if only to see if there was anything other than the books that was interesting about the place. Azami seemed to have finally reached the end of the library, she found himself at an imposing, iron gate. The huge, about as tall as a small house, like a wall of concrete a millimeter of a gap in the middle to show that even was a gate. Azami went to touch the gate, when red lined black lightning zapped his finger, blacking her out.

When she woke up, Azami felt haggard, an ominous electric feeling coursing through her veins, filling with a kind of power she hadn't felt before. She tried to shake it off, over and over and over, but it wouldn't go, as if it were with her to stay. Shaking it off, she looked over at the coffee table of her apartment in front of her, which was strewn with various papers. Or atleast, she thought it was his apartment. Because the more she looked, the more she realized that there were certain changes to it. For one, she certainly didn't have an All Might poster stuck next to her one for Stranger Things. Wait a minute, why was the title in Japanese? And more importantly, why could she read it?

Azami got up out of her chair, to look around her apartment, to try and check it out. Most of the room was fine, the TV was still in front of her couch, and her kitchen still had the same ingredients, but a lot of them were mixed. Most of them were from brands that she'd never heard of, and every once in a while, she'd come across some My Hero Academia memorabilia. For one, she certainly wasn't expecting a modeling magazine with hawks plastered on the cover underneath her bed.

The biggest change though, comes from his appearance. She looked relatively the same, the same mid back length hair, same round face and the same short stature. But the main changes were her hair and eyes. Her hair was a beautiful silver white, and her eyes were an ominous blood red. The more she looked into them the more she thought they were glowing, alive with the menacing power she felt. It was growing. She could feel it reach out to something, something to the right of her. Something, no, someone was coming, she needed to…

Ding Dong!

Azami nearly jumped out of her skin, as the glow in her eyes subsided. She stared at her face in the mirror, breathing in and out. For the first time in her 18 year life, she felt like she was going insane.

"Okay, shake it off, we'll deal with this later. For now, there's some…"

Ding Dong!

"HOLY FUCK, I'M COMING!" Azami screamed. She swore she heard a yelp outside.

Azami walked over to the door, only to see a terrified boy with a baseball cap and a takeout bag in his hand. At closer look, she noticed that the boy's cap read Zoomerang.

"Who names a takeout service 'Zoomerang'?"

The boy smiled sheepishly and started to speak. "I didn't pick the name miss. Anyway, you ordered an Omurice Special this morning!" This made Azami frown and narrow her eyes.

"I don't remember ordering anything like that this morning," she said. That made the kid frown as well, as he took out his phone, opening it and frowning again.

"No, you have ordered it. Or atleast, the app says so. You can check your phone to see it if you want," he says.

Azami nodded with a frown and reached for her coffee table where her phone was, only to feel that there was nothing there. Holy fuck this day was becoming infuriating.

After rummaging through her messy room, he finally found her phone stuck underneath her couch, only to look at the phone wallpaper and see that unlike being the stock wallpaper that she was too lazy to change, it was a picture of All Might vs a Villain that she'd never actually seen before in the anime. Whoever is fucking with me right now, is gonna get a real rude awakening when I beat their ass. Now that she took a good look onto what she was actually looking at, she realized she wasn't looking at her regular S22 Ultras, and instead, a much more advanced phone, considering there wasn't a bubble for the front camera in sight. However, when I swiped up, the password to the phone simply came to me, as I typed in a password I had never known about.

Azami's frown, which had increased 3 times over the course of only 5 minutes, increased once again until she shaked it off. I'll focus on it later. Whoever had done this, was dancing dangerously close to death.

After opening up the Zoomerang app, which was surprisingly on her phone, she looked at the familiar interface, knowing exactly where to look at her orders. Surprisingly enough, she had indeed ordered an Omurice special, which included Omurice and Miso soup. Huh.

Looking back at the guy, Azami couldn't help but smile nervously as he told the guy exactly what she had seen. Thankfully enough, the guy was incredibly chill about the entire situation. As soon as he left however, Azami put her takeout breakfast on the table and immediately walked out onto the street. Fuck her breakfast, she needed to understand what exactly was happening. Azami decided that the best course of action

Thankfully enough that she still lived at the Roppongi duplex tower that she had bought her apartment, instead of some other place. Thankfully, she was also still in Japan and not some other country, however, she noticed that the street layout was completely different. Sometimes she would turn a corner and find a store that she didn't remember was even there. The job that she worked at was nearly 3 streets farther away then she remembered. The people were different as well. Some people had snake tails. One of them had purple fire as hair, and she swore to god, she even saw a glowing skeleton walk past her.

This is definitely a dream. Yes, it's a dream. No, I refuse to believe that this is anything other than a lucid dream.

As Azami tried to justify the existence of her surroundings, she heard an incredible explosion and a deafening scream on the other side of the street. She could only watch in horror, as buildings fell, with pedestrians' lives falling along with them. Civilian blood painted the streets as red lightning and air pressure painted the sky.

"Oh no. What is it with this dream?" The next explosion finally forced the gravity of the situation back into Azami. Just like the rest of the people, she started to run, as fast as she could. Every time she looked around her, people were being crushed by rubble. A pit of guilt slowly grew with every death she layed her eyes on.

What kind of person are you? Just running away from your problems. Are you just going to let all those people die like that?

Azami shook her head and ran anyway.

What can I do? I don't have superpowers!

And so, as the world collapsed around her, she ran as fast as she could, past the unfamiliar duplex that she woke up in, past every mismatched street in this world that was causing her a hell of a lot of Deja Vu. She ran for miles and miles in the huge city until, just a few 100 yards in infront of her, rubble, smoke and air flew up in what looked like an air strike. Except as the airstrike passed, she could see 2 people in the middle of it, fighting to the death.

One of them had the same silver white hair that she had currently, along with what looked like an expensive torn up suit, no doubt from the destruction around. The guy's appearance sparked a sense of Deja Vu, as if she'd seen the dude somewhere. The second's description however, was far more confusing.

The other was towering over the former by atleast a few feet, with bright blond hair (Two bunches of which were spiking upwards) and glowing blue eyes. The costume that he was wearing (Because it could only be called a costume) was mostly blue, with the same blond color of his hair splashing his fists and feet. Azami could make out hints of white and red on the costume as well. Looking at the other one, the sense of Deja Vu on

As she stared at the 2 of them, the ominous aura that she had felt before, the intense feeling of power crackled outside her body, red lightning dancing on her fingertips. Azami collapsed under the pressure, and looked around hoping that someone would come and help her. That was her biggest mistake.

She stared at the 2 odd men with the most surprise she had ever felt in the world, as she felt the energy radiating from the 2 of them. The white haired man was similar to he's just as menacing and sinister. The blond's though, felt like it was on the other side of the spectrum. The blond's was like a sun, warm, comforting and endless.

The power inside her only grew at the realization. She couldn't register who those men were, where she was right now, or the situation that she was in right now, only the all encompassing, primal hunger that was coursing through her veins. She needed it. That energy was her's and she would take it.

No! What are you insane? Snap back to reality you shit, and get youreself out of here!

Holy shit! She had just forgotten that she was in danger. Immediately, and with all the will she had, she pushed, and finally got the thrumming of it back to just underneath her veins. Azami looked back at the people behind her and started to run away before realizng why she was feeling so much deja vu at the sight of those two.

The blond looked exactly like All Might. Like the All Might from the My Hero Academia TV show that she had just recently watched the 6th season of. And the other guy looked exactly like All for One. As Azami turned back, she took a good look at exactly what the two were actually doing. It had crossed her mind that the two people were fighting, but in the internal struggles that she was dealing with, she hadn't registered a single thing that had happened. As she stared, she noticed that every punch the blond was making was creating shockwaves of air with every punch. The silver haired man was simply holding his hands out, and wind pressure, blades, fire and various other things pushed out.

Oh my god. All Might and All for One. Either this was the oddest kind of dream she had landed herself into, or she had somehow come into the world of My Hero Academia.

As she stood frozen, entranced by the power the two were exhibitng, she noticed that the two were getting slower and slower, until it turned into a fistfight, the people simply punching each other sloppily in an attempt to stay in the fight. She stares in horror and All for One manages to trip All Might, and falls to ground, All for One standing high and mighty and ready to kill the man.

Time seems to stop around her, as Azami is compelled, her inner thoughts and feelings coming back to her in full force.

She needed it.

What kind of person are you? Just running away from your problems. Are you just going to let all those people die like that?

So she doesn't. She runs, her thoughts and reason leaving her mind. She runs as fast as she can towards All Might and All for One, her power crackling just outside of her skin.