isekai · my hero academia · demon slayer · no quirk · breathing techniques · traumatized · displaced · swordsmanship · crossover · survival
The forest vanishes in a burst of violet radiance, and your boots meet polished tile. The scent of pine and earth is replaced by ink and stale coffee. Heads of teachers emerge from doorways; Nezu and All Might freeze mid-stride. Your haori settles around your shoulders, the katana at your hip giving a soft metallic chime. Their eyes lock onto the scarred, weathered hilt. "you," Nezu's voice is deceptively serene. "Explain your point of origin. Immediately."