‘What the hell happened? I was busy gaming on my console and I had fallen asleep… Did I fall off the bed or something? But then, why am I still falling?’
An excruciating pain swarmed her body as her back made hard contact with a solid surface. Blearily, tired eyes cracked open, racked with partial awareness of self as silver-blue eyes widened in panic when she looked up, eyes widening as they took in the sight of various shocked adults, all of them wearing strange clothing. Breathe hitching in shock as she looked around frantically, noticing that the hard surface she landed on was a large circular meeting table.
"Who are you?!" A gruff voice yelled as everyone in the room got in defensive stances, rising from their seats. The girl in question held her arms in front of her defensively.
"W-Wait...!" She continued to frantically whip her head around. ‘What was this?!’
Before anything else could be said or done, the girl was immediately restrained by some type of strong material. When she looked up at the culprit, she was greeted by a rugged looking dark haired man in equally dark coloured clothes.
"Midnight, now!" Everyone present, aside from the frightened girl, all of them held their breath as a sleep deprived looking man stared at the girl with his black locks floating in the air, his quirk activated.
Midnight, the only other female present who wore quite the risqué outfit, nodded and ripped the fabric of her white sleeve, a pink gas flowing around the room towards the girl struggling in the binds of the white scarf.
Soon, the girl was in the gas cloud, attempting to hold her breath. It didn't work out, everything around her turning into a blurry collage of colours before she fainted when her lungs begged for air fainted and took a deep gulp of gas infested air.
Everything turning black as her figure slumped into the binding scarves…
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The girl frowned and slowly looked at her surroundings, gazing warily at the two people before her. One was the tired looking man with the messy black hair from earlier, while the other was a small, white... creature. "…Where am I?" she questioned slowly, not taking her eyes off the two for a second.
"You're in my office," the creature responded cheerily. "I'm Nezu, the principal here at UA."
Her heart stopped at that. ‘Did he just say what I think he said? No, he can't be serious, right? There's no way that was actually real’. But as she continued to stare at the white dog-thing, she couldn't bring herself to find any other explanation. Things like him just didn't exist in real life. ‘So either this was a dream, or I need to start thinking really quickly…’
"Would you mind telling us who you are?" Nezu asked, tilting his head kindly as he sat down across from her.
The girl wasn't about to be fooled, though. If this really was the Nezu she thought it was, he was far more intelligent than anyone she had ever met.
The white haired girl debated for a moment on what she should say, before deciding on a cover story. In this world, she would be an amnesiac. ‘But I would have to be careful. If they brought in Tsukauchi, he would pick apart my story in seconds. I couldn't lie, but I certainly couldn't tell the truth, unless I wanted them to write me off as completely insane.’ Her name was necessary; many amnesiacs could remember certain details of their life.
"Hajime…," The albino haired girl responded softly, her soft voice being quiet enough to miss, if you aren’t listening closely. She continued to keep her eyes glued to the floor – ‘These people could lock me up in jail at a moment's notice with not a soul to protest, considering I didn't exactly know anyone in this world.’
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FanfictionI fell into a world that was once nothing but fiction, but now it's my reality. I try to deny it, but it's becoming more and more difficult for me to do so... Because when you're in a world full of roses, why not be a daisy?
