"I think she's finally waking up."

You hear the faint chatter of those around you as you begin to come to. Your vision, though still hazy from just regaining consciousness, could just make out the figure sitting at a bar stool in front of you - the same one that you had seen just moments before. You try to move your hands so that you could twiddle your fingers, something you only ever did when you were nervous, but you quickly realized that they were bound behind your back. You blinked your eyes slowly, opening your mouth to speak before realizing that you were also gagged.

The man in front of you, you could swear he looked familiar. He had adjusted his position on the stool to face you, his shaggy blue-grey hair resting messily atop of a hand-mask that covered most of his face. His bright red orbs met your (e/c) ones, and a small smirk placed itself onto his face. Am I dreaming? The pain in your arms from the restraints, however, proved to you that this was all too real.

The lanky man looked over his shoulder at the finely dressed man - if that's what you could call him - behind the bar. "Well, Kurogiri, it seems that our guest is finally awake." You felt a pang of anxiety rush over you when you heard him speak to his colleague. It seemed to you that this was just a coincidence that this man looked just like the leader of the League of Villains from that show you've been watching, but it now occured to you that it was no coincidence. Somehow, someway, you had stumbled into the hideout of the League of Villains, who you previously believed to be totally fictional.

Standing up to walk towards the chair you sat in, the red-eyed man strolled around to untie the gag from your mouth. "Before you get any funny ideas, I need you to answer a few questions for me." He slowly came right back in front of you, looking down at you as his tall frame hovered over you in the chair. "There's a chance you will make it out of here alive, and that chance is damn slim. Choose your words carefully. Who exactly are you?" His raspy voice shook you to your core, increasing your anxiety as you were becoming more and more aware of how dangerous of a situation this was.

Your mouth fell open to speak, but nothing could come out. The man clicked his tongue impatiently as you, and you cleared your throat. "My… name is (y/n) (l/n)." He raised a thin, curious brow at you. "I'm here with my mom in Hosu… I left our hotel room to get us dinner, and I heard something in an alley… I walked down the alley and ran my hand on a brick wall, then I… I guess I ended up here after I fell into the wall…"

"(L/n), huh?" He lowered himself down to be at eye level with you, his red eyes staring at your predatorily. "I used to know someone by that name. A damn hero, always getting in the way. That kind of shit really pisses me off." He paused, gritting his teeth. "She went by the name of 'Mystic.' Her quirk was similar to Kurogiri's. She could open up a 'warp' and transport people wherever she chose. Us villains, usually to prison. Pedestrians, somewhere away from the action. She was regarded as one of the 'best' support heroes in the world."

He scanned your face with his eyes before looking you up and down. "She retired, I'd say, 10 years ago? Her real name was revealed to the public shortly before she disappeared." Taking a deep breath, his eyebrows quivered, as if he was annoyed. "And you - you look an awful lot like her. Just looking at you is really pissing me off."

You nervously chuckled in response. "Well… it must be some sort of coincidence… My mom - she's actually not a hero, we're not from around here… There's, um… no quirks where we're from…" Your (h/c) locks draped over your face, covering your eyes. He leaned forward, moving the stray hairs out of the way of your features with the back of his hand.

"Tell me, (y/n). What is your mother's name?"

"I don't understand why that's relevant…" Though anxiety ridden, you were beginning to become quite frustrated at the whole situation. You had done nothing to him, and you just wanted to be let go. You feared you may never get to see your mother again. "I told you, we are not from here. There's no way-"

Placing all five fingers gently around the same strand of hair that he had previously moved, the hairs slowly began to disintegrate. He removed his fingers from the lock of hair, now half depleted, and looked you in the eyes once more. "Her name. Now."

You exhaled shakily, your anxiety, anger, and frustration all manifesting more and more by the minute. "Amy. Her name is Amy." You paused and he smirked underneath his mask. "Please. I want to go see her. Let me go. She must be worried sick."

He slowly began to chuckle. "You know, (y/n)... I really wanted to let you go. But Amy? I know Amy (l/n)." His chuckle grew and grew, and in between each word he was cackling now. "I don't believe you come from a 'quirkless' world at all - or at least, she doesn't. After all these years, she shows back up and brings her damn BRAT with her." It was evident how much rage was held inside of him.

You shook your head. There was no way it was the same Amy. It was just a coincidence. You suddenly remembered how worried your mother had been on the way to Japan. Could this be? Maybe, just maybe, it wasn't a coincidence. You were afraid to speak again, terrified of what he would do if you upset him again. If he was the same as he appeared in your show, he was the 'damn BRAT,' and you were not about to be the one who didn't give him his way and agree with him.

He narrows his eyes at you, slowing his laughter down until he was merely smirking. "Did she ever get her foot fixed?" There was no way- no way. No matter how many times you kept telling yourself that this wasn't true, you couldn't believe it. Your mother had an accident when you were just a kid. She spent a few days in the hospital after an incident had occurred at work. When she came home, she showed off her foot - sans a couple of her toes. Her story was that she had dropped a knife while preparing a dish for a customer, and it cut two of her toes so deep that they needed to be amputated. "If you believe she came from a 'quirkless' world, I'm sure that she didn't tell you the truth."

Your mother would never lie to you. Or maybe, she had… But she had to have done it to protect you. "Enough. I've had enough of you." You growled, narrowing your eyes right back at him. "If my mother really was a hero like you say then it will be no time before she comes to save me! She would never leave someone she loved in harm's way. You don't even know what that's like - to love someone. Huh, Shigaraki?" You were spitting words at him aggressively, fed up with what he was saying to you. The lies he spewed never seemed to end.

He raised his eyebrows at you, pausing slightly when he heard you call him by his name, though he had never introduced himself. "Alright you brat, tell me this - how the hell do you know who I am?" He was growing more and more agitated with you by the minute.

This question grounded your emotions, making you realize again how dangerous of a situation you were in at the moment. You calmed your anger down, now trying to tread with caution to avoid losing more than just your hair. "There's this show where I'm from. It's a fictional cartoon, and it's about a superhuman society. It is about a teenage boy named Izuku and his rise to becoming the greatest hero ever. And you- you're in it too. I know a lot about you, Shigaraki… But not because I'm from here."

Shigaraki's eye twitched angrily at what you had to say - the mere mention of Midoriya was enough to set him off. "Izuku - that damn Midoriya kid, huh? This 'show' is all about that stupid kid, huh?" Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. "Listen, (y/n). I want to strike a deal with you. In exchange for sparing your life, I want you to tell me as much as you know about that brat from this 'show.'" He paused. "Oh, and by the way. Your mother will not show up to rescue you, so you are better off doing things my way. You were right about one thing - she is quirkless. Now."