After they admit their acceptance, everyone else slowly believes me. I vow to go with them to speak to Recovery Girl tomorrow.
I smile happily, glad it seems to have worked out.
"Wait, but does that mean you only got close to us because of the show?" Eijiro asks.
I shake my head sternly. "No! Well, kind of? But you guys are so much more amazing in person, I don't even remember how you were in the show."
Some people come up to me to ask more about the world I came from, and I try to explain things in the best detail I can.
Soon, everyone is yawning and stretching their arms, so Mina proposes we head to get some sleep, and in the morning we can talk to Recovery Girl and Aizawa.
Once I get to my room, I immediately fall onto my bed, too tired to even change out of the clothes I'm wearing.
As my eyes close slowly, I think back on what I've done, on the adventures I've had here, and on the people I've met. I never thought it could be possible, but... here I am. This brings up the question, why is it possible? The only thing I can think of is that this is a real place, and the show just documents it?
Yeah, maybe that's it...
My eyes finally shut, sealing me off into the world of sleep.
A loud gasp escapes me, and I sit up in my bed. I rub my eyes, feeling water- no, tears- streamed down my cheeks.
"Again?" I faintly mutter before climbing out of bed to wash my face with water.
More recently, I hardly remember the dreams when I wake up, just that they aren't pleasant.
After washing my face, I decide to briefly head to the kitchen, just to get a glass of water.
As I walk down the silent, dark hallway, blurry images of my dream slowly come back to me. It was the kind of dream that you're not really sure if you ever had, and once you remember it, you're not sure if you ever forgot.
I was... a child. In the dream, I mean. I was a child and I was surrounded by people, who I don't know or remember now. "Strange." I mumble, stepping out of the elevator and reaching the kitchen.
I work my way through the kitchen, only using the light from behind the closed curtains to navigate my way. While clumsily grabbing a glass from the cabinet and filling it with cool water, a sudden voice startles me.
"What are you doing up?"
I jump, clutching the glass tightly. "Why do people keep scaring me?" I ask with a laugh as I turn towards the boy. "Couldn't sleep."
He nods. "O-oh, same. Sorry for scaring you, I really didn't mean to!"
"Nah, it's alright, Izuku."
He pulls at his hoodie's sleeve and looks around the room. "Um... are you alright? You seem kinda out of it."
I smile softly, taking a careful sip from the glass. "Yeah, I just had another weird dream."
"Another?"
"Uh, y-yeah, since... since the League of Villains kidnapped me, I've been having, y'know, night terrors and stuff." I answer, wondering why it was so easy to talk to him. I haven't even been able to inform Aizawa about these things, yet telling him just seems so effortless.
Izuku's eyebrows form a furrow and he approaches me. "What was it about? Would you like to talk about it?"
I smile, grateful for his worry, and sigh. "Honestly, I don't even remember the recent ones. I have some dream, wake up in tears, and forget what happened. Sometimes blurry pictures come back to me, but most of the time I just can't remember."

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FanfictionAfter being spontaneously transported to the My Hero Academia world, (Y/n) finds herself becoming closer to the characters that live there. She quickly learns how strong their friendship is through planned attacks from the League of Villains and soo...