𝐄𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥

𝙺𝙰𝙺𝚈𝙾𝙸𝙽 𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶

In the end, (Y/N) decided that she would much rather go to her original home than stay in the one she was in now. By no means had it been as easy of a decision as she thought it would be since memories of this world couldn't help but plague her mind.

What would happen to the others when she just doesn't return from her internship? Would they become proper heroes and resist against Shigaraki and whatever he has planned for the rest of their school days? Either way, she wouldn't be able to find out since Virtual Made Reality would keep his promise of sending her back.

Of course Shigaraki didn't let him until he got information out of the girl, and reluctantly, she told him all that she could while even giving him her card that gives access to most of the facilities in U.A. Sure it was probably a real shitty thing to do even after reminiscing on how much she came to care for the people of that world, but it was all for her to return to her true home since the beginning. She knew they would overcome the hurdle that would be sent their way somehow anyways.

The first thing she picked up on when she felt her consciousness shift back into the other world was the distinct shift of scent within the air. The air was dry and warm, and when gentle breaths were taken in, all she could smell was a heavier change in air partnered with the smell of construction. An oddly specific smell, but one that when you smell it once you'll be able to recognize it again easily.

The next thing she noticed was the pounding in her head. (Y/N) winced and her eyes slowly opened, eyelashes fluttering violently as she attempted to take in her surroundings. She sat up realizing she was laying on the ground, dust all around her and pebbles uncomfortably digging into her back. Wincing again, her hand shot up to her forehead and she applied pressure in an attempt to get the pain to go away.

She groaned and curled slightly into herself, her head shooting to rest in her arms as she willed the feeling to go away. Nausea hit her as she tried to understand what was going on, the feeling overwhelming to the point her heart began to race.

No matter how much she tried to think about where she was, the last memory she could recall was her voice echoing throughout the building she was currently in, bouncing off the walls as her feet lifted from the floor to throw herself at her comrades. Anything after that was a haze, and the thought of not knowing their fate made her head shoot up in alarm. From what she remembers, Vanilla Ice was aiming to murder her friends. If she were alive, does that mean her attempts in saving them failed?

Her blurry vision danced around the room, looking at the floor that looked as if it were scooped out like a tub of ice cream while she was curled up in her own indent in the floor. She pressed her hand on the messy stone, applying pressure to give her leverage to stand up as she warily looked around.

"...Hello? Hey, is anyone in here?" She questioned out loud, wincing at the raspyness of her own voice.

Her eyes darted in the direction she heard footsteps, ones of caution as they sounded urgent yet slow. Turning the corner and looking into the corridor she was in, a huge man with blonde hair locked eyes with her. His lips parted as his jaw slightly dropped, blinking before he looked over his shoulder and yelled out something she couldn't hear. Another set of footsteps soon approached and (Y/N) couldn't help but stare at their uniforms.

The button up shirts were tidy and styled exactly like one another, the two men also wearing the same pins that read 'Speedwagon foundation.'

(Y/N) let out a breath of relief as she waved at them and stood up, albeit wobbly since she felt absolutely drained of energy for some reason.

"Hey! You're (Y/N), right? You've got to be!" The first man shouted as he touched her arm before guiding it over his shoulder to help steady her.