You lay there in the sterile, quiet hospital room, the sterile scent of antiseptic heavy in the air. Your mind feels clouded, still grappling with the overwhelming confusion of your new reality. The doctor's words echo in your head, though they don't make things clearer.

"There's nothing physically wrong with you," he had said, his voice professional and calm, but his expression marked with uncertainty. "You're specifically healthy, just in shock... some trauma, I'm guessing." He pauses, looking down at his notes before glancing at the boy and the now-worn figure of All Might standing beside you. "Where did you find her, exactly?" he asked, eyeing them both for confirmation.

The boy steps forward, his face a little more serious now, but still carrying the weight of his concern for you. "We found her at the beach," he says, glancing briefly at All Might, whose frailty is still palpable. "By the garbage dumps..."

The doctor nods, processing the information with a sharp frown. He doesn't seem to think it's the most optimal place to be found, but it explains your condition to some degree. That place... it's far from any safe haven.

All Might, leaning on the boy for support, coughs lightly but gives a reassuring nod in the doctor's direction. "Yes, yes, sir," he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper, still weak from whatever happened to him. He doesn't seem like the towering hero he once was, not here in this hospital bed, his muscles shriveled and fragile. Yet, there's still a twinkle of recognition in his eyes—a reminder of his once unshakable presence.

"Was she... did she speak before?" the doctor asks, turning to the boy for more information.

The boy hesitates, glancing at you before looking back at the doctor. "She said a few words... was barely conscious when we found her. But she seemed to... understand." His voice trails off, as though he knows something deeper but can't quite figure it out.

The doctor nods again, scribbling more notes. "Alright. She'll need some time to recover from whatever shock she's been through. Just keep an eye on her."

You lay there, your body aching from everything that has happened, still unsure of your place in this world. They've called you a "young lady," but there's nothing young about what's been taken from you, from your past, from everything you once were. What happened to you? You were once something powerful, untouchable, feared. Now, you're just another person—vulnerable, fragile, human.

The boy looks at you again, his expression softened with concern. He seems to understand that you aren't entirely present yet, that your mind is lost in the maze of confusion and pain. You can't find the words to explain everything—your history, your past—but something in his gaze tells you he might understand, at least in part.

But as for All Might, there's something else there in his silence. The faint flicker of a legendary hero now humbled, now fractured, like your existence in this world.

The reality that you're still alive—still breathing, still here—clings to you like a burden. The confusion, the pain, the sense of loss; all of it lingers in the back of your mind. It's clear this is far from over.

And no matter how many times you repeat it in your head, one thing remains certain: your journey has just begun. And you'll make sure it's one worth living this time, no matter what.

-

You sit at the small, cozy table in the Midoriya household, the steam from the warm food swirling up in front of you. The aroma fills the air, and for a moment, it's almost enough to make you forget the strange journey you've been on. The food—this dish you didn't even recognize—is delicious, the flavors a mix of savory and comforting, reminding you of something you can't quite place. You eat it eagerly, almost ravenously, as if it might be the last thing you'd ever enjoy. But it isn't. Not yet.

Izuku and All Might aren't bad, really. They took you in, without hesitation, offering what little they had. Izuku's mom, Inko, is even more kind than you could have imagined. She welcomed you into her home, gave you food and clothes that actually fit, and even offered you a room to sleep in, without question. You might not fully understand the world you're in yet, but you're starting to realize that maybe—just maybe—these people are more than just strangers. They're kind.

But as you sit there, chewing the food thoughtfully, something tugs at your mind. Inko's gaze is gentle, full of concern as she watches you with soft, loving eyes. She hasn't said much, but she's been paying attention to every word, every movement. There's something about her, a warmth that you haven't felt in... well, ever.

She places her chopsticks down gently, leaning forward slightly, her voice low and soft as she speaks. "What happened to you, dear?"

For a moment, you freeze. The words that have been pressing at the back of your mind finally surface, unbidden, as cold as the abyss you've come from. You stop eating, your red eyes narrowing slightly as you glance up at her. Something about her gentle face makes the words feel heavier than they should, like they don't belong in this place of warmth and care.

You open your mouth, the truth spilling out without thought, as raw and uncaring as the events that led to it. "I got killed," you say flatly, your voice steady, though the weight of the words seems to hang in the air, suffocating the room for a moment.

Inko's expression softens further, her eyes filled with empathy, but there's no fear, no shock in her gaze. She looks at you with an understanding that almost hurts. It's not pity. It's concern. Real, human concern.

You don't elaborate. You don't need to. Your mind, still a blur of memories and confusion, can't find the words to explain. How could you explain what happened? How could you tell them you once were something more—something powerful—and that your past is something both terrifying and tragic?

You look back down at the food and shovel another bite into your mouth, the motion almost automatic now, as if you're trying to push away the heaviness of the conversation. As you chew, the taste is still as satisfying as before, but now there's a sense of detachment in the way you eat. You're no longer that unstoppable force you once were. You're just... here. In this strange world, with strange people, eating strange food.

Izuku watches you, concern flickering in his eyes, but he says nothing. He knows better than to push you. He doesn't fully understand what you've been through—how could he? But he doesn't need to. He's here. And that's enough for now. All Might, even in his weakened state, seems to understand as well. His presence is oddly comforting, though you're still not sure where he fits into all of this.

Inko gives you another warm smile, though her eyes are still filled with that understanding, that gentle sorrow. "You're safe here, dear. Whatever happened... we'll help you heal. We'll help you figure it out," she says softly, her voice filled with quiet resolve.

You don't know if you believe her. You don't know if you even want to believe her. But as you sit there, eating the food she prepared, in a house that feels warmer than anything you've known... for the first time in a long while, you feel the smallest flicker of hope.