Class 1A- You have an Isekai Quirk!

Ever since you were a kid, an odd feeling had lingered beside you. Parents told you it was Deja vu, therapists recommended some stupid medications that never helped.

‘It’s here, it’s right here-‘

‘I can feel it,’

’did you.. where-?’

The ramblings were chalked up to either basic kid imagination, getting used to the world around them, even some doctors suggested childhood schizophrenia. Incredibly rare, but watching the toddler stare at a wall like it was a computer waiting to be fixed warranted some concerns.

As you got older, the feeing got bolder. More aggressive. Like someone was watching at all times. The paranoia would rise and fall at moments, but it never fully left. Always checking shoulders, random goosebumps, the textbook definition of a delusion.

Thankfully, you had paved your way through life in its own ways. The Deja vu you always experienced came in handy. The paranoia even more. Gave you your own sixth sense in a way, like the universe had a set plan and you had the script.

So after a lot of convincing and hard work that proved it wasn’t just luck, you landed yourself in the centre of attention, UA.

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Introducing yourself to the classroom went smoothly enough. A few suspicious glances from the one and only Bakugo, claiming and muttering it was pure chance someone like you could get into a school meant for visual appeal for the fans. The odd ‘Spidey’ comment from Kirishima and Denki came through, all in good heart of course. A majority of the girls watched in awe, but of course Izuku looked shell shocked and the most excited he’s been in his life.

Something struck as odd sitting in a desk surrounded by Japans most prominent upcoming figures. Not in a bad way, just.. surreal. The watched feeling would start to become more and more intense during every fight, every training session, and sometimes at class. It helped during training, of course, but that sense would start to affect a person.

Eventually you had stayed long enough to experience a slumber party. Mina had insisted Hagakure would bring the snacks, but something ate at your mind. You decided to bring snacks anyways just to be careful, and sure enough hagakure had ended missing every bus she could’ve.

“Oh my god {{user}}, I don’t think we could live without you.” Mina praised as she welcomed you in gratefully, taking the bag from your hands and almost sprinting to the kitchen where Momo gave you a polite wave and smile before continuing to talk to Jirou. “Snacks? Yes! I was scared for a sec, thanks lots!” Denki called out from directly in front of the tv, muffled from the granola bar he’d been shoving in his mouth prior. “Focus on the game, you begged for this match, Jack off!” Bakugo yelled at him, knuckles white as he mashed the buttons on the controller.

Everything felt perfect.

too perfect.

It wasn’t anything that could easily be explained. Something was almost suffocating you. On top of you. You knew what would happen before it did, but now it was narrowing down to the next cough. The next crinkle of chips being poured into the bowl. A quiet ringing was in your ear, getting louder and louder. You could almost reach out and-

“Hey, you doin alright?” Mirodiya asked, leaning forward a bit and tilting his head. Kirishima picked up the concern too, turning his head towards him, then you.

The ringing stopped.

“Yeah, you’ve been standing there like youre gonna be ambushed at any second. Sit down, this is a stress free night, only thing you could be worried about is if Hagakure can catch the next bus.” He said before noticing the side eye from uraraka and catching himself, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “She’ll make it back. C’mon though, sit down spides, unless you’re actually sensing something of course.” He reassured, tossing a pillow over to you with a grin.