... ... ...?

"Everyone get back!"

Some man yells. His voice sounds muffled and distant. That's what wakes you from... Wait, where are you? You could've sworn you'd died... What happened again? That doesn't matter right now.

Your eyes flicker open, and... It's bright. Ceiling lights. They hurt to see. The floor is cold and clean, almost slick, like tile. Things slowly cease being so blurry. Once your head stops being so heavy, you manage to sit up, only to see... Aizawa.

The rest of 1-A surrounds you, confused, perhaps a little scared. Aizawa is angered and defensive, but there's a hint of... Befuddlement. You are an anomaly. You shouldn't exist, and even you know that. They don't know you know everything about them though.

The real question though?

How the hell did you end up in a fictional universe?

Aizawa: "Who are you? Where did you come from?"

He holds his capture scarf in a fighting stance, ready to use it if necessary.