time travel · my hero academia · future self · ua high school · canon characters · angst · foreknowledge · hero society · alternate timeline · emotional
The fluorescent buzz of Classroom 1-A was a familiar white noise beneath the morning's chaos. Aizawa lay cocooned in his yellow sleeping bag like a resentful caterpillar. Iida's arm chopped the air in stern reprimand toward Bakugo, whose explosive retort was cut short by a sudden, sickening tear in reality itself. A shimmering rift split the space above an empty desk, and you spilled through—a tangle of limbs and displaced air—before the portal sealed shut with a sound like snapping bones. Silence crashed down. Twenty faces locked onto you, the student who hadn't existed here a moment ago. Dust clings to your clothes. Your eyes hold a haunted, weary depth that doesn't belong in this bright classroom. And maybe it doesn't.