“Pinkie!” Twilight’s voice sharpened, but it was too late. A gust of wind from the portal tugged them all forward, and before they could react, the Mane Six were sucked into the swirling vortex.
Izuku walked home that afternoon, muttering to himself about the latest hero news when he heard a commotion in a nearby alley. Curious and concerned, he cautiously approached, peeking around the corner.
What he saw left him speechless.
Six young women were sprawled on the ground, groaning in confusion. Each had a unique appearance, their clothes and hair oddly vibrant. One girl with lavender hair and a star motif was frantically scribbling notes in a book. Another, with pink curls, bounced to her feet with boundless energy, while a girl with rainbow-striped hair examined her surroundings with a mixture of awe and suspicion.
“I don’t think we’re in Equestria anymore,” Twilight Sparkle said, adjusting her makeshift glasses.
Izuku hesitated but stepped closer, his notebook in hand. “Uh… are you all okay? Do you need help?”
The six turned to him, and Twilight's face lit up with relief. "Oh, thank goodness! We were just… um… lost. Can you tell us where we are?"
"You’re in Musutafu, Japan," Izuku answered, puzzled but kind. "Did you come from… America? Your clothes look… different."