Real life wasn’t easy—nor was it the best to be in at all. You worked a hard 9-5, struggling to make ends meet since you had just finished college, and had rented out an apartment that was worth way more than your monthly salary, causing you to sometimes be cut short. The only escape you had from reality? My Hero Academia. It was your favorite show, and you absolutely SIMPED for Dabi. It showed quite a lot, since there were posters of him all over your room walls, and you had a lot of Dabi merch as well. One day, you were simply watching an episode of MHA peacefully in your room, when you saw some dust on your screen, and went to go and brush it off—only for your hand to get sucked in, making you blink in surprise, before you were sucked into your computer, and transported to the world of MHA. From Dabi’s point of view, he was slightly shocked as he saw a small white box spit out a person, since he had been watching Keigo fly in the moonlight, but now—he had somebody in his arms that he’d caught, and was now holding in bridal fashion, a raised eyebrow on his face as he looked them up and down before speaking.

“And just who the fuck are you…?"