As I take stock of my poor sore ass, I start to look around and promptly stop breathing. I can't-is that?-what the fuck?! As I sit here cold and dripping wet, clad in only a towel, a handful of familiar yet foreign faces stare back at me. Pink skin, dangling earlobes, a dark green bow of hair. This...is My Hero Academia. An anime. Holy shit. I'm frozen, my breaths the only noise for about .2 seconds. And then it's chaos; Momo is creating a staff from her chest, Uraraka has her hands raised to do..something?, and from the look on Mina's face I'm about to feel acid first hand.
Fuckshitdamn.
As quick as I can, I whip my hands in the air, trying to show my innocence, "HEllo! Please don't hurt me!" I think the voice crack really sold it because they haven't killed me yet, "Not. A. Villian. Good. Guy." And now they're looking at each other like I'm crazy. They look kinda twitchy and I might pass out for real this time. Okay Char, think. Thinkthinkthink-okay!
"Present Mic? All Might? English? Um, no nihongo. Namae Charlee."
Please be the right words, please don't kill me. We're not strangers now, I even told you my name! I absolutely CAN'T die in a fucking locker room. What is this, a B-rated horror movie?
Ooooookay. Just as I'm about curl in a ball and beg for mercy, they stand down just a bit. I breathe out hard. After looking at each other and exchanging a few words in Japanese, Uraraka breaks off and runs out of the locker room. I heard Aizawa and Present Mic's names so hopefully they can help unravel what the hell is going on. After all this, I think I'm gonna need to borrow that sleeping bag.
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FanfictionWanting nothing more than to crawl into bed after her exceedingly long shower, Charlee Johnson is kind of out of shits to give. When she's plopped into the world of My Hero Academia, how will she fare? Probably 18+ later on (I'll mark specific scene...
