1.~{-*A Trip... Literally*-}~

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The sound of droplets hitting metal fills the room as dim light filtered through the curtains. The bed was warm from which (y/n) laid and it filled her with dread knowing she should soon get up. It was a Monday morning which meant all her sleeping in was over for the week and would be highly irresponsible to stay in bed any longer, but it was so tempting. This suddenly was interrupted when a loud noise irrupted underneath her. That was odd, last she remembered,she lived in a one story house with her mother, and it was impossible for any noise to come from underneath.

This gave her chills, making her shoot up from the warmth of her bed. As her eyes adjusted, she noticed that the layout of the room was in fact not her own, and lots of these things she never remembered owning. Still scared, but also confused, she made her way to what she could make out as a light switch. The glow of the light bulb lit up the room, and revealed that she was not at home. She walked around the room, making note of some of the basic things from her home such as gifts she had gotten from friends, the Polaroid camera she only used once, her instrument and a couple of other things.
What had happened? Did she wack her head?

At the corner of her eye, she spotted a worn out book. The cover was black, with a velvet texture and indents of roses lining the sides. flipping through the pages, she could see pages upon pages about self improvement, and drawings of costume ideas and fighting techniques? that was odd.

This was interrupted by another loud sound that irrupted from underneath her, breaking (y/n) from her thoughts. She needed to figure out what was going on. Closing the notebook and looking around, she grabbed the pastel yellow hoodie that laid on the chair closest to her and headed to the bathroom. She reached over the unfamiliar sink to one of the hair ties sitting on the counter and pulled her hair back into a ponytail.

Glancing at the mirror, (y/n) was greeted with her usual face, a sigh of relief she wasn't in some weird dream of a body switch, before laughing at her own thought. As she began to head out, nerves hit her at the door. The fear of what may lay on the other side was to much to bare, and it gave her cold feet. Their was so many new possibilities on the other side of that door, maybe the person who kidnapped her from her usual bed and placed her into a new room, maybe a dream boy from one of the many stories she would indulge herself into happened to be sharing this dream with her, or she had somehow taken drugs and was high off her head. 

However, she pushing her thoughts to the side, she continued forward, opening the door to a long hallway with more doors lining the wall. Closing the door behind her, she looked at the details of the building, mesmerised at the level of detail a hallway could have.
Glancing out the window, the droplets slowly fell down and the edges of the glass were all fogged up, making it hard to see the outside world. forcing herself out of her trance, she began to head down the hallway, confused on how the heck she got there. The building seemed familiar to her, but she couldn't remember where she'd seen it from.

As she made her way to the stairs, (y/n) turns around to the sound of a door opening and is greeted with a beautiful girl, her hair also back in a black ponytail and her face containing sharp, intelligent eyes and lushes lips . She wore a uniform made up of a grey blazer with green accents, a white button up top, red tie and a deep green skirt. finally, black socks that almost reached her knees.

"Good morning (y/n)! hope your ready for a week of intense study." The girl smiled at her, before she looked upon the clothes (y/n) had decided to put on.

"Though.. where is your uniform? you'll be late to class if you don't hurry." If had felt like (y/n) was just hit with a bunch of bricks. Intense study? class? Isn't this girl from an anime I watched?

All these thoughts spinning around her head made her stumble back, into the stairs. The moment (y/n) realised this, however, it was too late. The panic hit her face as she tumbled down the stairs, hitting the wall of the halfway point.

"owww...."

"Are you alright?" The girl ran down the stairs to help (y/n) up. Another girl appeared behind the first. She was also in the uniform, but her hair was long and green, and just reached her waist. Her tongue stuck out the side of her mouth, and her hands rested in a frog like position.

"What happened (y/n)? are you alright? kero" The girl spoke.

"Not going to lie, I am extremely confused right now" (y/n) accepted the ponytail girls hand and got up from where she previously sat.

"What about? do you have a concussion?"

"Not exactly... more like.. Why am I here?" Both girls looked at each other in concern, before they stared at (y/n) with confusion.

"Uhh, I mean, I shouldn't be here! Am I dreaming? but I just got hurt and I felt it. So that erases that option. Did I eat something funny? but last thing I ate was a cookie from the store, so I don't think it was that. I would of said kid napper, but I know for a fact two girls in a uniform didn't do that" She rubbed the back of her head, where she was sure a new lump would form from her fall. 

The two girls didn't know what to say, or do, and stood there dumb founded at all the words (y/n) had just spouted out of her mouth. 

"You know what, never mind. I'll go get dressed and meet you down stairs for breakfast?" The girls, not wanting to question it further, both nodded their heads and went down the stairs, while (y/n) walked back up the stairs and into her room.

The door closing behind her, all the questions began to plague her mind. one, why is she in the dorms to the anime my hero academia. Two, why wasn't this a dream, she did just hit her head and thirdly, where the heck was her uniform?

Looking around, she finally found it laying in the drying pile of laundry sitting in her cupboard. She needed to figure out what in the world was going on, while also struggling to get one of the socks onto her foot and hopping around the place. 

Once the uniform was on, she grabbed what seemed to be a school bag and re took the stairs, this time, however, not stumbling and hurting herself like the klutz she was.

 When she reached the kitchen, all the sound hit her at once. It was like a bustling food court, with yelling from a certain someone, to the smell of food lingering in the air and multiple conversations happening at once. Her chest began to burn, and her stomach became unsettled. While yes, she had seen all of these people before, it wasn't from face to face interactions, and she knew so much about them that they would consider private secrets to be held.  She didn't even know why she was here, let alone how people knew her. 

The feeling in the chest got worse, when some people looked over to where she was standing and smiled. She gave back a weak smile, but overall couldn't handle it anymore. Instead, she turned to the front door and sat on the porch of the building, and watched as the rain fell. It was oddly comforting, peaceful, and allowed her to think about everything.

Her thoughts, however, where interrupted by the sound and shuffling of a body sitting next to her. She turned to be greeted by a bushy green haired boy with freckles that lined his face, and bright, hopeful green eyes that seemed to lay on her. 

"Um, Are you okay, (y/n)? I didn't mean to bother, but you looked quite nervous in the kitchen and then i saw you walk off and wanted to check in on you" Midoriya asked. A feeling sat in her chest, one of relief, and almost of comfort, that she knew she could trust him. 

"Umm, well... It's hard to explain and all, but, I'm not were i should be" When (y/n) looked up, she was met with a look of confusion. She gestured for him to sit before explaining how she woke up here, wasn't actually from this world, and how their lives had been an anime in her world and she knew everything about his secret. This left Midoriya bamboozled. 

After what seemed like forever. All Midoriya could handle to say was "You know WHAT?"

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