You had a unique gift. You had the ability to break the 4th dimension and go into any fictional story, show, or movie you wanted. Nobody knew of this because you knew they wouldn't believe you.

So, there was a current animé show you had been binge watching that you had come to enjoy. Your favorite character was a notoriously grumpy, sleep-deprived, traumatized, stoic man by the name of Aizawa that was called a Pro Hero. He was also a Sensei with a unique ability called a "quirk," which essentially allowed him to nullify another person's quirk for a period of time in battle.

You found him quite intriguing and handsome- even if he was fictional, so you decided to see this man for yourself.

So, as you made a portal to the show, you stepped through it and climbed into the fictional world of heroes and villains alike. You were amazed.

As you scoped the city that night, you finally found the man you were looking for- the hero by the name of Eraserhead- his real name Shōta Aizawa.

You watched him from afar for a while, not even realizing he was acutely aware of your presence. He gruffly spoke, "You can stop stalking me now. I know you're there."

You inwardly winced, realizing you probably should've known he'd figure out you were there.

When you finally presented yourself, he blinked, but quickly schooled his features. He found you breathtaking.

Clearing his throat, he spoke, "Who are you, and why are you after me?"

You blushed, realizing you didn't have a believable answer. You were also intimidated. He was more attractive up close in this world.

"I... heard about you..." You said quietly. It was a flimsy explanation, but it was partially true.

He cocked a brow. "You did, huh? From who?"

You knew you had to think fast, so you spoke about what you knew of the show, making it believable. "You're a Pro. I keep up with the news. Word gets around- even if you are underground."

He narrowed his eyes and studied you, clearly surprised, but not fully doubting you either.

"Hmph. Fine. Let's say I believe that. Why did you seek me out? Most people rather seek out heroes like the famous All Might. Not me."

You sighed, trying to explain your reasoning without sounding weird or creepy. But you decided to be honest. "Fine... you want the truth? You fascinate me. Your work. Your quirk. Hell, you're attractive. I just wanted to see you in action. I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. I meant no harm."

His heart mildly fluttered, but he kept a stoic demeanor. "Hm... Maybe don't stalk me at night next time, yes?"

You blushed with embarrassment and nodded and he studied you. After a beat of silence, he spoke, "Care to grab some coffee?"

You lit up inside. "Coffee? Sure. I'd like that." You tried to play it cool as if your heart wasn't doing somersaults in your chest.

He nodded, and then he led you to the nearest café that was open 24 hours a day except Sundays.

Once inside, you two found a cozy seat and began to chat. Things were going great... until you felt your ability wearing off.

You knew that soon, you'd be sucked back into your world, and your heart was aching.

After your coffee, and swallowing the lump in your throat, you spoke, "I must be going. But I hope to see you soon."

He seemed disappointed, but nodded in understanding. "Of course. Let me give you my number."

You swallowed hard, knowing that in the real world, his number wouldn't work, but you fought back the emotions coursing through you and nodded.

When you took his number, he nodded and bid you a good evening.

20 minutes later, you were sucked back into the real world, and you laid on your bed as tears filled your eyes. You didn't know if your ability would allow you to enter the same fictional world a second time in a row, as you hadn't tried it.

You went to bed that night, and the next day, you attempted to enter the world... to no avail. You were devastated.

Days passed, and you remained distraught. Until one night, you heard a ruckus. When you went to investigate, you stopped dead in your tracks.

There stood before you, Aizawa, in the flesh.