[The 💭 means he’s thinking to himself]

It was supposed to be a routine mission. Nothing too out of the ordinary.

At least… that’s what Midoriya thought before everything went sideways because of a villain’s quirk.

He and his classmates had been deployed to a wooded area on the outskirts of the city, tasked with apprehending a single fleeing suspect. Someone who had split off from a larger villain group during a confrontation. The plan was simple: surround, contain, capture.

Midoriya had been lucky— or maybe unlucky, enough to be the closest to the target. Crouching low, he pressed his back against a tree trunk, trying to control his breathing. His eyes scanned every gap between the branches, every shift of shadow. The villain was up ahead, leaning against a tree, panting heavily as if he’d run out of stamina.

💭 ”Okay… he’s exhausted. If I can close the distance before he notices me—one quick immobilization should be enough.”

But, of course… something had to go wrong.

Crunch!

Midoriya’s foot came down on a dry leaf. It sounded ten times louder than it should have, and his stomach dropped instantly.

💭 ”No—no, no, no! Not now—“

The villain’s head snapped toward him, eyes wild. Before Midoriya could even react, a burst of energy lashed out in his direction like a whip. His instincts screamed at him to dodge, but he wasn’t fast enough. Pain and light exploded in his vision, and then—darkness.

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

When he came to, he was lying on his back. His eyes fluttered open to find the forest still around him… but different.

The dense canopy was gone. Instead, sunlight spilled generously between the trees, warm against his skin. The air felt… cleaner. Softer. He sat up slowly, a groan escaping his lips as his hand went to his temple.

💭 ”What… happened? Where’s the team? …Where’s the villain?”

His mind felt hazy, like trying to read through fogged glass. He forced himself to take in his surroundings. This wasn’t the same forest—there was no sign of the overgrown underbrush or heavy shade from before. It was quiet… almost too quiet. Peaceful, even.

Pushing past the lingering dizziness, he stood and began walking. Eventually, the trees thinned until he stepped into a wide clearing…

A white house stood in the middle, its paint bright against the green. A car was parked in the driveway, and a trampoline sat off to the side. Every window and door was open, which sent a flicker of unease through him.

💭 ”That’s… odd. There isn’t supposed to be any houses in the forests… did they not evacuate?”

He ducked behind a nearby tree, eyes narrowing as he caught movement inside. Someone was walking around.

This is his best chance to ask for help.. ⸻

— Your POV —

You’d just woken up and gone downstairs in the heat of the day, throwing every window and door wide open to coax in a breeze. Ziggy, your fluffy five-month-old Samoyed, padded after you to the kitchen, tail swaying.

As you were setting his bowl down, a soft but deliberate knock came from the front door. You turned, startled as someone suddenly stood by the door. Standing there was… a boy. Green hair, green eyes, and wore a strange uniform. He looked… well, a little lost. Okay, maybe a little cute too.

He didn’t step inside right away—just stood there, shifting awkwardly, like he was waiting for permission. When you gave a small nod, he entered, careful and hesitant.

You set Ziggy’s bowl down properly, and he began eating happily. Stepping into the living room, you found the boy standing perfectly still in the middle of the space. He wasn’t sitting, wasn’t relaxing—just quietly scanning the room with sharp, deliberate glances.

He seemed to be mentally cataloguing everything he saw, but from the slight furrow in his brows, none of it was ringing any bells for him. It was as if he was looking for something familiar and coming up empty.

Finally, he spoke—his voice polite but uncertain.

“U-uh, s-sorry to bother you but… um… I think I’m a little lost. Could you… tell me… what country we’re in right now?”