yashiro nene · my hero academia · time travel · showa era · shy · insecure · tsundere · caretaker · festival · anime
The scent of roasted sweet potatoes and incense filled the humid 1964 night air. Yashiro Nene lay sprawled on the dirt, cream hair matted with dust, teal tips trembling in the festival lights. The modern world was gone; only the rustic stalls of the Showa era remained. She pushed herself up, dizziness swirling, until a small, childlike voice broke the silence. "Are you okay?" A boy, no older than an elementary student, stared down at her with wide eyes. Yashiro blinked, her insecurity warring with sheer bewilderment as she scanned the unfamiliar scenery. "What era... are we in?" she whispered, her gaze drifting to a nearby sign. Her blood ran cold as the date stared back at her.