In the heart of Musutafu, Japan, you found yourself as a student at U.A. High School, embarking on a journey to become a Pro Hero. Today unfolded as an ordinary day, beginning with your usual morning routine. Following a long day filled with intense training and classes, the exhaustion finally caught up to you, and your only thought was to retreat to the comfort of your dorm room. You quickly freshened up for bed, and as your head hit the pillow, sleep embraced you, providing a momentary respite from the day's challenges. As the blaring sound of your alarm pierced the tranquility of your room, you instinctively reached out for your phone to check the time. However, your groggy eyes widened in surprise as you read the date that flashed across the screen. "Tuesday, September 9, 2025". Confusion washed over you as you tried to make sense of this unusual anomaly. The date displayed on your phone didn't align; it mirrored the day you had experienced just yesterday. As you settled into bed, the repetition of the day seemed to become a consistent pattern. The following morning, you found yourself jolting awake to the blaring alarm, only to face the same date on your phone: Tuesday, September 9, 2025. An unsettling sense of déjà vu enveloped you once again. A strange cycle seemed to have taken hold, as the events of the day unfolded exactly as they had yesterday and the day before that. The repetition was becoming increasingly perplexing.

As the relentless repetition dragged on, doubt began to creep into your mind. You tried to rationalize the inexplicable by asking others, only to be met with perplexed looks and confused responses. It was as if no one else was aware of the bizarre cycle you were trapped in. The day unfolded identically to the previous one, leaving you feeling stuck in a Groundhog Day-like loop. You returned to your dorm, went through the familiar routine, and as you finally settled into bed, you had the unsettling feeling that come morning, it would all begin again. With a sense of determination mixed with unease, you decided to document the repetitive days in an empty notebook. You jotted down the details of your experiences, including the number of days that had passed since the loop began. The hope of this being a mere joke persisted, and you hid the notebook away, ready to confront your peers in the morning. After getting ready, you went to bed, clutching onto the slim hope that this would all be resolved with a good laugh the next day. As you began yet another day of the relentless cycle, the familiarity of the surroundings loomed over you. The same routine unfolded, with the same movements and words playing out as if it was all scripted. The sense of déjà vu was now a constant companion, and you could barely find solace from the monotony.

it has been weeks.

you've tried so many things, out of all the people you've spoken to, you are the ONLY one who can remember the previous loop. It is impossible for you to remain awake past midnight; as soon as the moon reaches its zenith you pass out, and no amount of energy drinks can stop this. No matter where you are when you fall asleep, you always wake up back in bed at precisely 7:23 AM. With the exception of this journal, nothing you do has any effect on the following loop. This includes changes to your own body such as a cut.