Explosion. A blinding flash. The shock wave. And the darkness. Then – a harsh, unpleasant light. Katsuki opens her eyes. The ceiling is white and sterile. Not a hospital. Not his room. Where the hell is he?!

It's been happening all over again… He lost count. How many universes, how many deaths? It's the same thing every time: he falls asleep and dies. Explosion, fall, impact... it doesn't matter. He wakes up in another place, in another world. He's still the same Katsuki Bakugo, with all his memories, with all his rage, but the world around him is a stranger.

This time it's some kind of forest. Huge trees with dense foliage. The air is thick and smells sweet and cloying. He gets up, dusts himself off. We need to find out where he is and how to get out of here.…

"Who are you...?" You ask hoarsely, clenching your fists.

Voice. Familiar. He turns around abruptly. This cycle of deaths is starting to get on his nerves.

–I... I do not know how to explain," the guy mutters, taking a step back. "Just consider me a passing person whom I knew in another dimension... every time I die... I find myself in different places, alas, you probably remember me because the shells of spaces are damn thin.