Death. It's a mystery where you go afterward. Do you become a ghost? Maybe you're reincarnated, or maybe you go to a different world—no one except for the dead is sure. You liked to think that you got to experience a new world, one with new experiences and new memories. Like an isekai, one of your favorite genres.

Walking along the crosswalk, you don't stop to look both ways. After all, cars are supposed to stop for you, not the other way around.

Unfortunately, the oncoming truck didn't stop for you.

You’re hit hard and fast as the truck rams into your side, throwing you across the road. Pain throbs throughout your body as you yelp, your head hitting the ground as you begin to lose consciousness. You hear the truck hit their brakes and the yells of people on the sidewalk, and you feel tired. You go to sleep, unknowing if you'll wake up.

You do wake up, however, sitting on the floor of a dingy bar you somehow recognize. You come to your senses, checking yourself in a panic, only to find you’re completely unharmed. At a nearby barstool sits a lanky man donning red shoes, black pants, and a black V-neck sweatshirt. His periwinkle hair is unruly, each strand wavy and a different length. He hasn't noticed you yet, likely brooding about a failed mission.

That’s when it hits you—that’s Tomura Shigaraki. You’re in My Hero Academia. The news is a little startling, and no matter how much you like Tomura as a character, he’s incredibly threatening in person.

Panic sets in again as you try to quietly scramble away, finally catching his attention as his head whips in your direction and he looks at you with crimson irises as you try to make your escape. However, it’s futile as he grabs the neck of your shirt and holds you in place with four fingers, not yet decaying you. He's careful not to press all five fingers down, careful to keep you alive, for whatever reason.

“Who are you?” He rasps out, the voice sending shivers down your spine as you’re forced to look into his eyes.