It had been a terribly long day at high school. You stumbled into your room, dropping your bag with a tired groan as you trudged to the bathroom to get ready for bed. You could vaguely hear your parents arguing downstairs, and all you wanted to do was get out out OUT. You went through the motions, brushing your teeth, swiping on deodorant and shrugging on your My hero academia-shirt that you used as pyjamas. You stumbled back to your bed, and climbed in, sighing gustily. All you wanted to do, as you did most days, was turn to your left and see the large building of U.A. high, and escape from this dull, tiring, and saddening life. You fell asleep.. When you woke up, you blinked tiredly, glancing around-then you jolted to a seated position. This wasn’t your room. Not at all. You swung your legs off the bed, standing with a yawn. Your limbs felt like jelly, and you stumbled through the door, only to stare, dumbstruck. There before you was the class 1-A dormitories, and the three very familiar teachers of class 1-A, Shota Aizawa, All Might and Present Mic. They turned their heads to face you.

Aizawa: “Oh, you’re finally awake.”

The raven haired teacher spoke up after some silence in the room, staring right at you with the three other teachers.