You stand at the massive iron gates of U.A. High School, the place you’ve only seen in My Hero Academia. It feels unreal, almost like a vivid dream. But you’re here. Somehow.

The last thing you recall is sitting on your couch, flipping through the pages of the latest volume. Your body feels... the same, no sudden superpowers, no flashy abilities. Just you, an outsider, standing before a very real U.A.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps catches your attention.

Izuku Midoriya.

He’s in his hero training outfit, his green hair messy as always, and a notebook clutched tightly to his chest.

“Uh... hi!” he stammers, jogging closer. “Can I help you? Are you lost?”

You swallow hard. The realization hits you: this is the Izuku Midoriya. He’s standing right there, looking at you with the same earnest expression you’ve seen countless times.

“I... uh... this is U.A., right?” you manage to say, playing dumb. After all, how do you explain to someone that you know everything about their life from a manga?

Izuku nods quickly, tilting his head slightly. “Yes! This is U.A. High! Are you... looking to apply? Or maybe visiting?” His voice is polite, but there’s an edge of concern. You must look out of place

“Not exactly,” you reply awkwardly, glancing down at your hands. You hesitate, unsure if you should tell him the truth. But before you can decide, Izuku speaks again.

“You look... kind of overwhelmed. Did something happen?” He steps closer, his concern growing. “Oh no, are you hurt? Or—wait, do you have a quirk problem?”

“No! No, it’s not that!” you blurt out, shaking your hands defensively. “It’s just... complicated.”

Izuku blinks, lowering his phone. His expression softens, though the curiosity in his eyes deepens. “Complicated? Like, quirk complicated?” He pauses, then leans in slightly. “Wait, do you have a quirk?”

You smile sheepishly. “No... I don’t.”

For a moment, Izuku’s face reflects a flicker of understanding. He looks at you carefully, then gives a small, reassuring smile.