Meet the voice in my head
For the record: I can sleep through anything. People (namely my parents) screaming at each other at 4 am? Piece of cake. Trains rumbling past? Like riding a bike. Overheating because I still sleep under 5 blankets in the middle of the summer? Try me. Getting poked in the face repeatedly? That's pushing it.
I swear I will choke whoever is poking me with their own toothbrush, I grumbled, swatting at the offending appendage. The room seemed brighter than normal, and the sofa seemed much harder and flatter than I remembered. I forced my eyes to open, squinting at the harsh light that blinded me almost immediately. From what I could make out, the room was simply decorated, with a low-to-the-ground bed covered in a green blanket and a low table in the middle of the floor. The harsh light seemed to be coming from behind me, and I turned my head to find glass doors leading out to a small balcony. The sun seemed to be on full blast, blinding me further as I turned my head away from the glass.
"I suggest you get up before we make you." A deep, tired voice said from across the room. It sounded like a corpse had spoken through tired vocal chords, putting a strange mental image of a zombie talking into my mind. I fully opened my eyes to find the room filled with 4 other peo- well, 3 other people and a small white mouse thing. The same deep voice spoke again, this time directing it's attention towards the blonde person closest to me.
"Get her up, we need her out of here before the rest of the students wake up." It growled, the seriousness of it's tone sending shivers down my spine. I shot up, steadying myself on the desk in the corner next to me before meeting the eyes of the speaker. The man who spoke had long black hair and black clothes, the grey scarf around his next and his pale skin contrasting the otherwise dark attire. The white mouse thing sat on his shoulder, dressed in a tiny suit and staring at me with beady black eyes. There was a girl with brown hair and eyes next to the man, wearing loose pajama shorts and an old shirt, and her face a mix of scared, amazed, and worried.
I stepped back, the cold glass of the balcony door meeting the warm exterior of my jacket. Something in my head seemed to click with the dark-haired man, as if he was familiar. The blond man took a step back, moving in front of the brunette. His hair was long and pulled up into a ponytail while greenish-yellow eyes locked onto my face as he blocked the girl from my view. His shirt was red and rumpled, and his black jeans and his jacket seems to be the only things about him that didn't look like he just rolled out of bed. The mouse thing hopped off the dark-haired man's shoulder, walking on tiny legs over to me. Out of everyone, it seemed to be the most calm and friendly. Something finally clicked, and the faces of the people finally had a name. I knew who they were, I knew where I was.
And I was terrified.
"Y-you're P-p-principal Nezu." I pointed the mouse thing in front of me. I looked up at the dark-haired male, letting out a shaky breathe. "Y-you're Shota Aizawa," pointing towards the blonde and the brunnette. "A-and you're Hizashi Yamada and Ochaco Uraraka." Nervousness dripped into my vocal chords, forcing me to stutter like a fool.
"Who are you girl?" Nezu asked.
"And How do you know who were are?" Present Mic questioned, narrowing his eyes at me while I internally panicked .
How the fuck did I get here? I thought, eyebrows knitting together.
Dimension travel, dumbass. A female voice replied, causing me to jump a little.
Who are you?
Think of me as your fairy godmother. I grant your wishes, and once I grant your greatest wish, I leave you alone.
Fairy godmother? Greatest wish? It hit me then. WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT. I wished for a new life with a loving family, not to be teleported to one of my favorite animes! I yelled.
I did grant your wish, ass. And you're not in a show, you're in a different dimension. There's a difference.
And that difference is...?
I could sense the eyeroll. A different dimension means that everything that happens while you're here is unscripted and everyone does what they want, not how things are written down in some notebook somewhere to be turned into a book or show later. The voice replied. I sighed, focusing on the real world while tuning out whatever was in my head. I squared my shoulders, composing myself before responding to Nezu's question.
"My name is Umiko Takeda, and I'm from another dimension." A scoff was heard from the corner, which was quickly shut up by a glare from Nezu.
"What?" Present Mic grumbled with an eye roll. "Dimension travel doesn't exsist. There's no way that she's telling the truth."
"It's possible that she's lying, however it seems that she truly is from another dimension. If she was from here, and her intent was to sneak into UA and gain important and valuable information about the students and staff, she wouldn't have fallen asleep in Ms. Uraraka's room, and we would've found weapons in her bag or on her person."
Glad Nezu's on your side. Dude's fucking intelligent, so hopefully they listen to him. The voice spoke up, before piping down again.
"Why are you here?" Aizawa asked. "And How do you know who we are?"
I sighed again, sitting on the edge of the bed where my bag sat. "I'll work backwards. Last question first: where I'm from, you guys are a manga that got adapted into an anime. It's called My Hero Academia, and it's actually own of my favorites. And as for why I'm here, well," I paused before continuing. "My family never really cared about me. I was the youngest of 4 kids and my parents were never home. They constantly fought and paid no attention to me. I was home schooled and always had loads of free time, so I roamed around the city. Every year, on my birthday, I would go to a nearby park and celebrate alone. And every year, I made the same wish. And somehow, for whatever reason, whatever wish granting powers that are out there decided to send me here."
Just granting your wish asshole. I internally rolled my eyes.
"What was your wish?" Uraraka asked. I looked down at the floor, away from everyone's faces.
"To have a new life with a loving family." I muttered, loud enough for the rest of the rooms occupants to hear. I blinked away the tears, attempting to keep myself from crying. Uraraka moved past Present Mic and towards the bed, sitting next to me and wrapping her arm around my shoulders. Aizawa's face went from stoic and serious to saddened and sorrowful. He stepped towards me, placing a hand on the top of my head, rubbing comforting circles on my scalp. I stared at him confused. A few seconds ago, he looked ready to throw me out onto the streets even if I was telling the truth. Now, he seemed like he want to block me from the world and keep me wrapped in a little bubble of affection.
"I believe you." He murmured, a soft, tiny smile gracing his features. Nezu looked on from behind Aizawa, his tiny mouth curling into an equally tiny smile. The only one who didn't seem to believe me was Present Mic, which I could live with for the time being.
He's like a wild animal. You're a new person in his territory and he doesn't know if he can believe you. The voice said. Aizawa moved back while Uraraka stayed next to me, her arm never leaving my shoulders.
It was at this point that it hit me like a ton of bricks falling from a 50 story building. My face paled.
"I don't have a place to go." I murmured. Aizawa looked at me sadly before turning and looking at Mic. They seemed to have a conversation with looks alone, their faces twisting and pulling into different expressions. It seemed like Aizawa had won, because he smiled and turned back towards me.
"You can stay with Mic and I. We have an extra bedroom and I'm sure our cats and son won't mind." He said. I looked at him confused.
"You have a son?" "You live together?" Uraraka and I asked at the same time. Mic facepalmed while Aizawa rolled his eyes. Mic nodded.
"I'm assuming you've met Hitoshi Shinsou, or have at least heard of him?" Mic asked. Uraraka and I nodded. Mic sighed. "Shota and I are married, and Hitoshi is out son."
Uraraka squealed. "That's so cute!" She gushed. I giggled at her outburst. Aizawa looked at Nezu as he cleared his throat.
"Umiko is going to need to go to school. Any chance we can put her in General Studies with Hitoshi?" He asked. Nezu nodded.
"I'll talk to Nemuri and see if she can use her government connections to get whatever legal documents Umiko needs so we can enroll her." Nezu replied. I thanked Nezu as Mic grabbed my bag. Aizawa turned towards Uraraka.
"Not a word out of you until we have an alibi for Umiko's sudden appearance, do you understand?" Uraraka nodded, standing to give me a hug before waving as Nezu, Mic, Aizawa and I walked out the door. Aizawa and Mic guided me to their car, allowing me to hop into the backseat before hopping into the front seats. Aizawa sat in the driver's seat, Mic sitting with his arms crossed in the passenger's. After a little while of silence, it was Mic that spoke up.
"Do you need anything? Clothes, toiletries, a phone charger?"
I looked down at my body. The only clothes I had were the ones I was wearing; A black down jacket, a white button-up, some darkwash jeans, and my black Timberlands. Other than what was in my bag, I didn't have anything else.
"Yes, basically everything." I replied. Mic nodded.
"Stop by the house. I'll take her and Hitoshi to the mall while you finish grading your papers." He said, turning his head to look at Aizawa.
"You sure?" Aizawa asked. Given how Mic didn't trust me a minute ago, I was surprised that he even offered.
"Don't think I'm doing this to be nice. I'll keep an eye on her and make sure she really is who she says she is. If villains attack us while we're out, I'm blaming her."
There's the untrustingness, I thought, pulling a laugh out of the voice. Quick question, I said.
Go ahead, the voice responded.
Do you have a name by chance? I asked, turning my head to idly watch the scenery pass us by.
Not necessarily, the voice responded. I go by whatever someone calls me.I thought about it for a moment. The voice had a more British accent, so I figured a more English name would be suitable.
How about Eloise? I asked. There was silence before the voice responded.
I like it. Thank you.
Anytime, I answered, before blocking out Eloise again. I focused back onto the driving, realizing that we had stopped. Aizawa got out and walked into the 2-story house we parked at. Mic got out and walked over to the driver's side, getting in and sitting down. A purple haired male- who I assumed was Shinsou- walked out of the house and got in on the passenger side. He turned and saw me before turning towards Mic.
"Whose she?" He asked. Mic explained what I had told the others back in Uraraka's dorm as he pulled out of the driveway and out into the main road. He told Shinsou the same thing Aizawa had told Uraraka about telling other people before returning his attention to the road. Shinso turned to me and made casual conversation as we made our way to the mall. We eventually made it and found a parking spot, Mic leading Shinso and I into the building.
"You can get clothes and toiletries, and whatever else you may need. Depending on how long this takes, I'll get us lunch." Mic said. Shinsou smiled at this before dragging me along with him, Mic trailing behind us.
We stopped at a few different stores, grabbing clothes and toiletries that I liked or needed, making Mic pay for the items. At first he seemed peeved about it, but after an hour of shopping- and Shinsou cracking some absolutely terrible jokes- he seemed to warm up to the trip. We were in a shoe store looking for some shoes while Shinsou stayed outside the store in order to take a call with Aizawa about something when Mic asked me a question.
"So do people in your dimension have quirks?" He asked. I nearly dropped the shoe boxes I was holding, surprised that he even wanted to talk to me, let alone ask about my home dimension.
"No, everyone is quirkless." I replied, steadying the boxes in my arms as we walked over the cash register to pay. Mic nodded, handing the cashier his card before turning towards me.
"That must be tough, ya know? No quirks, no heroes." He said, almost sounding like a mix between sad and amazed.
"People just do things the 'normal' way, I guess." I replied, grabbing the bag the cashier handed to me before turning to leave. Mic followed behind me, pocketing his wallet as he walked.
"So you don't have a quirk?" He asked as we walked out of the store. I nodded, readjusting my bags before looking for Shinsou.
Mic spotted him first, being held up by his shirt collar by a tall, beefy dude who's hands looked like bird talons. The group behind him was laughing, clearly amused by Shinsou's predicament. I turned to Mic, watching as his face morphed from one of shock to anger. I turned back towards Shinso, dropping my bags and running towards the group. Something in me snapped, and I felt the ground shake slightly as the nearby water fountain seemed to explode like a geyser.