Eh, I will just roll with what i want.

Nezu looks at me with a strangely calm look on his face, as Allmight just stares at me, his gaze softening a bit.

"Allright," Nezu chirps, placing his hands on the table.

I stare at him, confused. "How are you two not surprised?" I ask, feeling a little bit woozy.

He pats my head, smiling. "Incidences like this have happened before. They are rare, but they do occur."

Allmight nods. "WE HAVE DELT WITH INTERDIMENSIONAL TRAVELERS ONCE OR TWICE IN THIS SCHOOLS HISTORY," he shouts. Why is he so loud?

I don't bother speaking or pretending to be distraught. I never really cared for my world that much, nor do I ever want to return. I never cared much for my life in general, so I can't be bothered with feelings like despair.

Allmight and Nezu look a little confused by my reaction but brush it off quickly.

"The problem now is where you'll be staying," Nezu chirps, clapping his hands? Paws?- together. "Are you allright with staying in a house by yourself?"

I shrug, not really caring where I stay.

"GREAT! WE WILL SET UP LIVING ARRANGEMENTS IMMEDIATELY,"

Timeskip brought to you by allmight flexing

So now I am apparently going to Yuuei in class 1a. I won't be taking classes until the teachers figure out what I can do in this world. Oddly enough, people who warp into this universe always get a strong quirk, kind of like a cosmic apology gift. At least one good thing comes out of going into this fucked up anime world. Quirk analysis begins tomorrow, so I have a bit of time before things get crazy. I am staying in recovery girls infirmary until they can find a suitable housing arrangement. I currently lay on a whitewashed bed, being the lazy fuck that I am, when the infirmary door opens. I look over to see a familiar broccoli boy peek inside, sporting a broken arm and a slightly panicked look when he locks eyes with me.

"E-exuse me, is recovery girl here?" He timidly asks, clearly wary of me. I can understand his distrust, as the accidental stunt I pulled was pretty odd as far as odd can be in this universe.

I sigh, patting the seat next to me. "She is gone at the moment, but I know a thing or two about medical shit like broken arms Izuku, so I can give you a splint as a replacement until she gets back," I huff.

He hesitantly sits down next to me, and I smile softly as a sign that I mean no harm. I move over to the cabinets and pull out some gauze and some wood (I actually have no idea how a splint is made so cut me a little slack.) and expertly wrap the cloth around his arm, feeling quiet pride at my obvious medical expertise. When I finish, I give the cast a quick kiss, proud of my work.

Looking up, I see that Izuku's face is redder than Kirishima's hair. Maybe the kiss was a little much? He looks away, bashful as ever. I can't help but smile a little knowing that he hasn't changed.

We sit in awkward silence for a while until he speaks up.

"How did you know us?" He questions.

I purse my lips, trying to find a good answer. "I can't tell you that, but I can promise that I mean no harm," I mutter awkwardly.

To my surprise, he nods and gives me a grin.

"I have to go," he says
"Aizawa is expecting me," and with that l, he zooms out of there at sanic level speeds.

Hnngh, I really need ideas.