Nighttime finally fell, as I sat on the ledge of a building. My legs feel like they're buzzing, and my feet feel like they're on fire from walking aimlessly all day.

I had spent most of the day trying to find information about the year, month and where I was, only to find out everything is in Japanese. Shocking, I know. Why I never spent time learning Japanese on Duolingo I will never understand. Of all the times I should've listened to that annoying green bird to practice, now would've been the time to actually buckle down and learn.

I couldn't read shit in this city, but somehow I understood everyone? Glad this was a convenient plothole, but I didn't want to argue with it. Nothing made sense at this point.

I asked people for information, but I either got confused looks, or blank stares. I was able to finally get information that I was in Musutafu from some tourists, and that it was around the time of year when the school year was about to start from some kids hanging around.

Okay, so that meant Deku and All Might have either just met, or they haven't yet, and I'm a year early.

'What kind of Endgame bullshit predicament is this?' I thought to myself as I stared out into the bright city. How in the world did I get into this universe? My brain tried to wrap around why or how this could happen, but none of them made any sense at all.

"I'm either in a coma right now, and this is my new reality until I wake up, " I said to myself, "Or I've officially gone insane and have lost all awareness of space, time, and reality."

God, this is insane.

I just wanted to go back home. Not that home was great or anything, but it made sense. It was familiar. Not dangerous like this one. I don't know anyone here!...Well, actually, I do, but they're not real!

But...they feel real. How is that possible?

Am I real? God, what's real anymore! This was like a philosophy professor's wet dream scenario.

But the question really dawned on me. Am I real here?

Is this a dream?

Can I wake from this?

Only one way to find out.

I stood up from where I sat and looked down. I remember learning in childhood one of the ways to wake up was to fall in your dreams. Not that I ever really had control over that, but at this point I did, so didn't see the harm in trying it now.

Looking down, I could feel the breeze hit me, and the idea of falling to my potential death started to sink in.

"Okay", I said as I looked down several stories, "this is a little extreme!"

But what if it's the only way out? What if it's the only way back home? What if this actually killed me?

I gulped as I closed my eyes and lifted one leg off the ground and out into the air. Just then, something harshly wrapped around my wrist, and I yelped in surprise. I look down to see a white piece of fabric, tightly wrapped around my wrist.

"A little extreme, indeed." said a monotone voice from behind me.

I know that voice.

I then felt myself being flung backwards by the fabric from where I stood, and back on to the safety of the roof, harshly landing on the floor. I cringed at the sharp pain of the concrete before looking up and seeing red glowing eyes looking at me.

"Mind telling me exactly what's going on here?"

Well, shit. It's Aizawa.

Now I'm in trouble.

"I...I..." I stuttered out. Damn, he was more intimidating than I thought.

I felt another part of his scarf wrap around me, dragging me closer to him.

"I'm not going ask you again." he said, his voice more stern than before, "Tell me who you are, what you're doing here, and how you know about All Might."

I gulped.