It had been just another regular day in the world. The bees were producing honey, skeletons shooting each other and the villages operated as normal. Currently in hardcore mode, you were building a project, and required bone blocks and glowstone blocks, meaning you had to once again venture into the Nether. Strolling past your treasure room, you glanced at the fruits of your effort, including multiple elytras, the dragon head, God Apples, all the music discs and more, suddenly feeling a lot prouder of yourself for managing all of this.

You planned to spend maybe four or five night cycles in the Nether to collect your blocks and maybe hunt for more netherite, so you filled your inventory with a bunch of food, fireworks for your elytra and extra armour and weapons, plus a few beds. You then headed towards your portal, sitting in your main hall, glowing a vibrant purple as it towered over you.

"Let's go." you told yourself, and stepping inside, feeling the smooth obsidian under your fingers as you passed through the chilly mist. But something went awry. The portal suddenly began glowing a brilliant green, and instead of the familiar netherrack landscape you were used to, you ended up... on grass? Was the date- no, it wasn't April yet, so it couldn't possibly be a prank from the Gods-

A harsh yell broke your train of thought, and the sound of footsteps running towards you only heightened the alarm bells ringing within you. An angry blonde, pomeranian-looking boy with spiky hair loomed down over your sitting form.

"Well, well." Bakugo cracked his knuckles. "We seem to have an intruder on our hands. TELL ME, ARE YOU FROM THE LEAGUE OF VILLIANS?"

"Enough, Bakugo." As someone said that, scarves wrapped around your body, ensnaring you so you couldn't move as your arms were pinned tightly to your side. The glowing red eyes of Aizawa met yours, showing no sympathy, but maybe a flicker of hostility. "Class is dismissed early. Go back to the dorms, I will interrogate them with Shinso and figure out what to do from there."

It seemed the staff at this school were efficient and prepared for anything, and within five minutes you were sat in a steel-plated room, with one way glass on one of the walls. There were security cameras blinking in every corner, and before you sat the scruffy scarf man, a short mouse in a suit and a quiet purple-haired student.

"If you co-operate with us, there will be no trouble." The mouse, Nezu squeaked, clapping his hands together. "First things first, please state your name, age and quirk!"