Okay, so what the heck? WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK?! I saw my face on someone else! I had that dream, but it was just a dream! Right? Right!

Right?

I've been pacing for God knows how long after I saw that recording Nezu sent. Pacing is a good way to get some steps and not think about the weirdness I just saw!

Okay, so let's pretend for a moment to be Aizawa.

"Don't do that."

The abrupt intrusion of my thoughts made me jump so high, I could've put cats to shame.

I placed my hand over my heart in an attempt to calm myself as I met the eyes of Aizawa.

"Don't what?" I demanded with a slightly higher pitched voice than intended.

He put his mug to the side, before continuing.

"Don't pretend to be me." He stated.

Seriously?! Why can't I let my thoughts in my head remain my thoughts IN MY HEAD!?

Aizawa let out a tired sigh as he tilted his head while looking at me.

My eyes were blown wide. "I did it that whole muttering out loud to myself thing again, didn't I?" I asked cautiously.

He gave a curt nod and chuckled upon seeing me in obvious distress. He put his mug down on the nightstand since I hadn't managed to leave the bedroom after that video was shown to me.

He walked over to me, looked me in the eye in such an intense way, I could probably melt. To make matters worse…

WHY IS HE SO CLOSE?!

"It is extremely illogical for you to be so overwhelmed around me." He stated calmly. I nodded my head in agreement and was ABOUT to calm down when he smirked.

"The fact that it happens, as illogical as it may be, it's very endearing." With that last statement, he turned and walked out of the room and all I could do was watch him leave.

I know another reason why his pro hero name is Eraserhead. He COMPLETELY erases any thought in a womans' mind without even trying!

I've been running through every possible scenario in my mind after seeing that video. After running on empty, I went and grabbed some snacks out of the kitchen. Aizawa did FINALLY bring me back to my…um…the apartment? And then he disappeared! I know he has to work, but he didn't even say good bye. A literal Batman that guy.

I know Yamada has his own things to juggle, but I am kind of relieved he doesn't visit me too often. I don't think my heart can handle how bold this dude is!

I grabbed a bowl of popcorn and headed to the living room to veg on the couch. I sat down, turned on the TV, and right before I tossed a handful in my mouth, an interview with All Might popped up on the screen.

I dropped the popcorn and tried to turn it up quickly so not to miss anything.

"Breaking news: All Might has signed on to work as a teacher at UA." As I watched, I realized that when I went to UA, even though Toshinori went with me, he didn't actually teach any classes from what I saw, and like a dope, I didn't see much.

I started trying hard to remember why this news breaking like this made me immediately worry. I had zoned out for a moment until I realized the TV was completely silent.

Everything is so quiet. What happened?

It's the middle of the day, but it's dark. No matter how many directions I look, there isn't a lot of light.

Maybe opening the blinds will help. This is really weird.

I stood up and walked toward the living room window. I opened it quickly, but instead of light, I saw my reflection.

I dreamed about this before!

"Hello?" I called out.

My doppleganger didn't respond, just continued to stare at me. Like before, there was a sign of hope in her eyes, but also a great amount of sadness.

She pointed at me and I felt more confused. She pointed again, clearly frustrated.

"Can you talk?" I asked.

She shook her head sadly.

"Who are you? Can you show me who you are?"

She pointed at me again.

"I don't understand. You have to help me!"

She placed her hand against the other side of the mirror and looked at me as if she wanted me to do the same.

I hesitated for a moment before walking forward, reaching out..

"Y/n."

I jumped at the sound of my name covered in sweat. I looked around, completely confused about what happened.

"Y/n."

I looked up from the couch I had apparently fallen asleep on to see Aizawa kneeling down beside me.

"Oh, Shota.." I was trying to piece together what was going on.

"You fell asleep on the couch. It looked like you were having a bad dream."

A bad dream?

I put my head in my hands trying to calm myself down. After taking a few breaths, I looked up at Aizawa trying to figure out how to put into words not just the dream I had, but the feeling from the dream.

"I had a dream about that woman. The one with my face." I said in almost a whisper.

"This is the second time I've dreamed of her, but the first time happened before I was even shown that video from Nezu." I could feel myself start to shake, but not from fear.

"What was the dream about?"

I tried to explain to him as much as possible. How the first time I had the dream had happened after being here a few weeks. This dream, it hadn't been but a few days.

"Do you think she is a villain?" His question immediately upset me.

"No! She's not a villain. She's…she's hurting. I can't explain it, but I know she isn't a villain." I stood up and began pacing again while Aizawa watched calmly.

When he finally stood up and walked over to me, he grabbed my shoulders to stop my pacing and make me face him.

"It could be a good idea for you to come be my assistant at UA for a little while. As much as I enjoy rest, too much can be bad."

I was only able to acknowledge his statement with a brief nod.

He released my shoulders, but didn't move from in front of me. I had been staring blankly ahead and felt so overwhelmed. I felt him tip my chin up to face him.

As I focused in on his face, I felt a few stray tears fall out of my eyes. He didn't look away. He didn't say my tears were illogical. He placed his forehead on mine and for some reason, the gesture calmed me a great deal.

I was able to match my breathing with his, and after a while, when he finally pulled away to look me in the eyes again, I could smile.

"Thank you, Shota." I whispered.

He didn't respond and suddenly, his hand went from keeping my chin tilted up, to lightly cupping my cheek in the gentlest gesture I've ever experienced.

I didn't pull away. I stayed very still and closed my eyes as he leaned forward..

When he suddenly pulled away, I didn't know how to respond. He pulled back and walked past me to go to the door.

He opened the door, and hesitated to speak over his shoulder. "I'll come get you tomorrow." With that, he walked out and closed the door behind him.