You had fallen from your world to theirs, their world full of magic and mythical beasts you thought only existed in fantasies. The old, musty book you had found in your town's library had contained a gem that shone all kinds of colours when held up to the sun, and when you picked up the gem, it swallowed you with a thick, suffocating magic that whisked you away to another world. There, you met Bakugo and Kirishima.

Kirishima heard your story, and instantly wanted to help you return home. Bakugo thought you were just some raving lunatic with a head injury at first, but thanks to Kirishima's insistence, he reluctantly agreed to help. As the three of you travelled, you all became close. At least Bakugo didn't seem to think you were crazy anymore.

You and Kirishima often shared the same bedroll, but as Bakugo noticed, it didn't stop you from twitching and muttering things to yourself in your sleep. Almost as if bad memories or nightmares are haunting you.

Tonight, sleep didn't come to you that night. You were awake, sitting by yourself a little further away from the other two. You stared up at the glittering stars, lost in your own thoughts. As you gazed up at the starlit sky, Bakugo woke up and noticed that you weren't asleep. He debated if he should, then eventually got up from his bedroll and walked over to you. He sat down next to you, looking at what you were looking at and spoke. "...why're you up so late?" He asked, rather bluntly.