"Rappa, don't break her door-"

BAM

Your door broke.

"Overhaul is not going to be pleased..." Tengai sighed as he walked into the room, trailing behind Rappa, who was the one to initially punch down the only thing separating you from the outside world.

You looked around as men began to walk into your room, each one wearing a bird mask. "Uh... hi?.."

Why are the Eight Bullets of the Shie Hassakai in your room???

"We're gonna fight!" Rappa yelled, and the rest just seemed to nod in confirmation.

"Haha, very funny," you rolled your eyes, putting down the book that you had found on the bookshelf, albeit it being non-fiction and the most boring thing you'd ever read. "What's actually going on?"

"Oh, you are actually going to be battling this maniac," Hojo nodded, pointing towards the guy who had started beating your punching bag to a pulp.

"But that's irrelevant. You were actually... telling the truth," Nemoto raised his voice above the frantic chatter of his colleagues, and you were still unaware of what in the good fuck was happening.

"IT HAPPENED!" Tabe screeched.

"What happened?" You were growing impatient, and they were getting closer and closer, some even going through your closet and drawers. "Oi, fuck off the appliances! If any of you snoop in my room I will not care if someone shoots me, I promise that I will drag you down with me!"

"Feisty," Setsuno commented, but it was dull and he simply closed his eyes afterwards.

"Do we... actually have a... bunch of f-f...fans?" Sakaki slurred. You sincerely hoped he wouldn't puke all over your shiny floor.

You didn't know why they were suddenly speaking to you as though they really believed your claim that they're from an anime, but didn't have any good reasons to question this, and instead enjoyed the human company.

"Not you, no one likes you."

Nemoto snickered. "I could understand that. Actually, everyone could."

You were about to laugh along, or maybe even just talk to them, but you were interrupted by another voice in the hallway, which was now exposed to you via a lack of a door.

"Everybody out."

Kurono was extremely calm, and his orders were taken just as well as Overhaul's were.

"Oh, hey..." You glanced around, and saw that the others were still within earshot. "Kurono. Any reason my room was invaded on this fine evening?"

"Evening? (l/n), it is currently 10 in the morning."

"Well, fuck my life," you smiled. "What can I do for you on this fine morning, then?"

"I had an announcement to make, but the Eight Precepts seemed to have gotten rather excited and made their way here."

"Announcement?" You hated this suspense, but you and Hari had become relatively good friends over the course of these past months, and you could be patient for him.

"Overhaul has appreciated the work you put into being compliant during testing, and your cooperation. He acknowledges that you've been training on your own for quite some time, and wants to give you a chance to join the Shie Hassakai"

You temporarily sputtered, malfunctioned, then died.

"Th... That's... That's great! I mean, I told you that I could be a valuable asset and I've been working so damn hard, and I... holy shit, this is amazing!" You eventually responded, exhilarated.

It happened, apparently.

Your mind had immediately gone to the most paranoid option: They were testing your mentality, to see what your reaction would be if they said that you were accepted, even if it didn't happen, just to evaluate you in one way or another. However, reason shut down this ridiculous idea quickly enough.

You may have been breaking, but you could still think... Sort of.

"Soooo when do I start?" you smiled brightly, practically jumping on the spot. "And what kind of job am I gonna get? Oooh, will I get the chance to go out and beat up other mafia lords? And I-"

Kurono hastily cut you off. "(l/n), you have not been given the position, you must earn it."

"Huh?"

"You've been arranged to spar against Rappa. Your victory will--"

"I sort of like having an unbroken face. And unbroken bones. And a neck that hasn't been snapped in half. Surely, you could give me someone else to fight against?!" you shrieked. "For fuck's sake, anyone would be better to fight than him!"

"A few weeks prior, had you not gone and said that you were going to fight him in the training facility?"

"Stop making logical sense and bringing up relevant arguments! Kurono, I'm going to get my ass beat and we both know it!"

"Have you not taken my advice?"

Since the last time he came to your room to check in on your training, Kurono had given you some sparring tips, ways for you to practice against an opponent without actually doing so. You took some of the tips to heart, while the others just couldn't seem to fit in your thick skull.

Nevertheless, you hoped that you were actually slightly better at fighting than you'd been previously. Because Rappa isn't going to put you in a chokehold and let you tap out, he's going to bash your face in.

Fun.

No matter how easy all the television and books you'd seen made it seem, physical training was hard. You had no motivation, no one to teach you, and frankly that book was just a bunch of nonsense. For all you could care, it could've been written in finger-paint by a preschooler trying to draw a cat with their big toe. The fact remained that you were stuck without any chances of actually becoming the badass you'd hoped you would become.

At moments like this, you remembered that you were in an anime, a fictional universe where children are quite literally stronger than you both mentally and physically. You could get beat up by a UA first year and pathetically not be able to do anything about it with your weak ass body.

And now they're asking you to fight Rappa?! You'd die within minutes, for sure.

But did you have a choice?

Not really.

You can't just turn down the opportunity and stay in your room any longer, you'd die from boredom in no time. Besides, isn't that what you wanted? To join the Shie Hassakai?

Now that you really thought about it, what did you want? If you went to the BNHA universe - which you apparently just did - what could you do with your life?

Anything.

And that's what made deciding even harder.

In theory, being with Overhaul wasn't so bad, but that was assuming that he'd take an interest in you. As far as you're concerned, he couldn't care less if you died or not, and he probably never uttered your name a single time before. If Rappa killed you during this little "entrance test", he wouldn't bat an eye, much less intervene and save you.

You don't need to be a saved though.

...right?

"(l/n)? Are you alright?" Kurono brought you back from your little panic session. "If you want to refuse--"

You grit your teeth and took a deep breath. "No. No, no, I'm not going to refuse. Let's do this."

He nodded slightly. "Alright. You may get yourself ready, someone will be sent to fetch you in 15 minutes."

With that, he turned on his heel and left you alone with your thoughts as reality sunk in.

What the hell did you just do?!

You don't know how to fight. You've tried to learn a few moves here and there, and your physical condition is so much better than it had been pre-kidnapping, but that isn't enough for you to stroll into the fight with a conscious at ease.

However, this is not the time to panic. You can't go back now, and regardless of what you chose to do with your new life in this universe, you need freedom. You can't be cooped up in this underground space any longer.

Like Eri has been.

A chill ran down your spine at the memory of that one time you had met the girl. In your mind, you were decent with children, it's not like they ever needed to love you or anything.

But Eri really, really did not like you. Every time you showed her your scars to prove that you were just as much of a prisoner as she was, she would flinch and probably get some not-so-pleasant memories. You tried giving her space, getting closer, speaking to her, sitting there in silence, she just didn't seem to want you nearby, and you couldn't manage to find a way to grasp that fleeting trust of hers.

You spent that two-hour long session sitting on the cold ground, hating yourself for not being able to help the child in need.

You obviously weren't hero material.

To make matters worse, you were applying for a position in the Shie Hassakai, a villain organization.

Before you knew it, your fingers had morphed into a tightly clenched fist, and your breathing was shaking.

'What am I doing, what am I doing, what am I doing...' you recited, over and over again.

You had no answer to that question.

You weren't... a villain. You couldn't just leave your life, your friends, your family, all to...

Oh.

You already did leave them.

You've got a perfectly blank slate here, and you're using your new start to neglect a child and join an extremist group that wants to eradicate quirks.

15 minutes isn't long enough for you to get through your sudden moral crisis, so you decided to multitask stretching and panicking.

You threw on a loose (f/c) shirt and some black leggings, before taking a glance at yourself in the mirror. Messy strands of (h/c) spiked up in all directions from the point where you secured the elastic, and your tried running your fingers through it and smooth out the hair.

Inhaling deeply, you glared at the mirror, caught in a staring contest with your reflection.

"I'm going to win, and then get the hell out of here with Eri once I get the first chance," you declared assertively, to which your double had simply returned your expression.

You turned on your heel and made your way to the gym.

Actually, you had no clue as to where the gym was, so you turned back into your room in order to patiently wait for your escort.

-

You were already out of breath before you reached your destination.

Just as Hari promised, someone had come to get you, but you didn't expect the gym to be so far and for this person to have the walking speed of a bullet train. You briefly wondered if this was some elaborate ruse to get you to be exhausted before you even start, but you remembered that the Shie Hassakai isn't the type to play dirty like that. If they want you to lose or die, they'll just do it. After all, nothing is preventing them from doing so.

Now, puffing out air and eating up oxygen as though you were about to die from asphyxia, you just casually laid down on the ground upon entry. You assumed that everyone must be watching you, but your lungs were more important than your dignity at this point.

"...(l/n)?" Hari inquired. "Are you in need of ass-"

"Yes."

"-istance?" he continued, causing you to chuckle at your own childishness.

You raised a finger at him, fluttering your eyelids shut as you continued to catch your breath. "Give me a second, I just need to get my energy levels up to 110% so I can win this thing."

"You're a lot more confident than earlier," he remarqued, to which you just let out a 'tut' and let your arm flop back down onto the ground.

"C'MON, LET'S START THE FIGHT TO THE DEATH!"

You needn't think for a second before associating the voice with the delinquent you're going to be battling.

"Alright, show time," you exclaimed, throwing yourself up and jumping on the spot. You shook your face aggressively, as if trying to wake yourself up, and looked at Rappa. "You're going down!"

You didn't believe your words one bit, but "fake it 'til you make it" has never failed you before.

Contrary to what most people would have reacted, Rappa just calmly walked into the rink, completely ignoring your previous statement, clearly aware of the fact that you couldn't possibly intimidate someone seriously.

Somehow this sparked something inside you, and you wanted desperately to prove him wrong. You dragged your feet into the battle-zone, and put your fists up.

Rappa must've been grinning under his mask. "Ready... Fight!"

Whoever gave Rappa the permission to start this on his own, you didn't know, but there was only Hari and a few other of the Eight Bullets around, so you assumed that it wouldn't matter anyways.

You took a deep breath and threw yourself at him, painfully aware of the fact that, although his punches won't fully affect you, they could still be enough to put you out of commission without the help of his quirk. Your feet were carrying you across the floor as if you weighed nothing, and you felt so light. You felt as though you could just jump over his head.

Which you did.

It was a small little jump at first, but the entire thing happened in slow-motion; your feet left the ground, and you just kept rising and rising, like a helium balloon.

You rose all the way until your head hit the ceiling and you lost consciousness.

-

"...oh, looks like she's awake."

"YES-SUH, WE NEED TO FINISH OUR MATCH!"

"Rappa, give her a second, she most likely has a concussion."

"Ehh, concussions are fo' the weak!"

You moaned lightly, rolling your head around and writhing your limbs on the ground. "Unnng~"

You wanted to lay down there for a few more seconds, to register what had just happened, but you were promptly pulled from the ground from your shirt, as someone had gripped the material and pulled you up as if you were a human suitcase.

"If she can talk, she can fight," Rappa declared, swinging you around while you were way too confused and tired and dizzy to say anything else or get yourself out of this position.

Hari sighed, clearly annoyed. "Put her down."

"Can't Overhoe just scramble her brains back in place?"

"Our quirks do not work on (l/n)," Hari said for you, and then you felt yourself get set back down against the cold floor while Rappa muttered something under his breath. "(l/n), are you alright?"

"What...th-e... FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!" you managed to yell out, but the sound was too loud for your own ears and you squeezed your eyes shut for a lack of ability to do the same with your poor ears.

"You hit your head on the ceiling," he said, like it was the most normal occurrence ever. But this was Hari, and he could announce anything as though it was a daily thing.

"I-... how is that possible?"

Then, it clicked.

It isn't possible.

But neither are quirks. Or people this ridiculously hot. You're in an anime, and here everything is skewed.

Including the laws of physics, apparently.

You racked through your brain, trying to figure out what you could have missed. Of course, on screen, everyone would jump inhumanely high, run inhumanely fast, and they always seemed to scream out the name of their attacks beforehand during a battle.

You'd never have expected the need to include the laws of anime in your training.

For this reason, you assumed that your conclusion as to how you hit your head on the ceiling must be true, and started giggling hysterically.

"(l/n), are you alright?" Hari inquired yet again, and you nodded through the tears prickling at the corners of your eyes from laughing this much.

He might've been blaming your insanity on the supposed concussion you gave yourself, since he got up, muttered something to the others about making sure you stay here, and then left the room.

Rappa laughed the moment that Hari departed. "Now that buzz-kill over here's gone-"

"You can't fight the girl," Tengai's voice appeared suddenly, and you realized that you'd been too preoccupied in your fight with Rappa and imminent death to properly assess the room and the spectators.

"T-Tengai?" you called out, to which you heard a faint 'Hm?' as a response. "Who else is here?"

However, you didn't hear his reply, since your eyelids were dropping down and you felt as if you had a head of lead, thus leading you to the reasonable conclusion that you should take a nap while waiting for Hari to get back. You stirred on the ground, getting yourself in a comfortable position - or, at least as comfortable as one can get on a concrete floor - and muttered, "Mnnn, good night."

No one protested as you dozed off, and you must've gotten a few dozen minutes of sleep before something woke you up.

Rather, someone.

"Is she... sleeping? On the floor?" Overhaul's deep voice roused you from your nap, and you had the feeling he might've wanted to overhaul you on the spot.

Haha, the bitch can't explode you even if he wanted to.

"I am, would you care to join me?" you teased, rolling over and tapping the space next to you.

The gold-eyed man wasn't in your line of vision, since you were too lazy to crane your neck at the appropriate angle to see him, but you had a pretty good idea of what type of anger he must be displaying.

"Where is Chrono?" he inquired to the rest of the men in the room, and they gave some grunts, 'I-Don't-Know's and overall unease at not having an answer for the boss.

"I'm concussed," you explained, then realized that this would be confusing if he didn't understand the context. However, thinking was too painful, and the entire world was too bright, despite the only light-source being those artificial ones hanging over you. You wished you could turn down the brightness of the world, so you asked, "Can you turn the world down, please?"

That must've confused him even further.

"Can we just get rid of her?" Someone had asked, and you squinted further to recollect your thoughts and figure out whose voice it was. You couldn't think straight, so you just put this detective inquiry on hold and listened in on what Overhaul's reply might be.

He said nothing.