Chapter 3
It had been a week since I entered this world, and I still couldn't shake the feeling that it was all just a dream
a lovely one, yes, but not one I wished to stay in for long.
I looked out the window as thoughts swirled in my head.
The world outside was peaceful. People moved busily, rushing back and forth with purpose in their steps, their minds occupied with daily routines.
I envied them.
A small smile touched my lips.
How are they?
Do they know their daughter has fallen into some fictional universe?
"You have arrived at your destination," the voice from the cab's system chimed.
"Thank you, George," Mom murmured politely to the driver.
She turned to the two beside me.
"Rein, Taiyo—let's go," She said in the gentlest voice I'd ever used.
Her voice… it was so soft, so sweet. Was that her quirk?
Now that I thought about it, I didn't even know what kind of power I possessed.
I glanced at my little sister, who was completely immersed in the storefronts we passed.
Come to think of it—I didn't know much about her either.
I had spent so much time wrapped in my own Thought, desperately trying to find a way out of this strange reality, that I never stopped to look around.
Never asked about this family… or about her who is me.
We entered a boutique sophisticated, pristine, full of designer pieces and minimalist styles.
"Wow…" I breathed. "Everything in here looks so rich and gorgeous."
An overwhelming desire surged through me. I forgot about everything.
"I feel like taking all of them at once!"
"How many can I pick?" I asked, only half-joking.
"Pick whatever you want," my mother said warmly.
That was all it took.
The shopping maniac in me awoke.
Half an hour past, I had tried on twenty outfits.
Back in my world, we weren't rich—but not poor either. We could always afford what we needed, and maybe one luxury item now and then.
But here, there seemed to be no limits.
As I browsed through the racks, something caught my eye.
A dress.
It hung in perfect stillness—white as untouched snow. It seemed to glow with a quiet kind of magic.
No sequins, no lace, no shimmer.
Plain.
And yet, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
The fabric looked soft as a cloud, falling just below the knee in a gentle, effortless line—like it had been sewn not with thread, but with calm.
"It's beautiful…" I murmured.
"Of course!" the salesgirl beamed, her nose practically puffing smoke with excitement. Her smile stretched nearly to her ears.
"It's made in Italy!"
She launched into a passionate explanation, her voice full of enthusiasm, detailing the craftsmanship, the stitching, the fabric's origin.
With every word she spoke, I could see those details come alive on the dress.
"Why hasn't anyone bought it yet?" I asked.
"Well," she shrugged, "since it's plain, most rich ladies don't care for it. It doesn't have much… status."
"Pack me this one, please," I said with certainty.
I didn't need to try it on to know it would look gorgeous on me.
"You've got taste, huh?"
"Thank you, my little sister," I said, turning to Taiyo.
"Did you find anything you liked?"
"Well, yes!" she pointed toward the cash counter.
I laughed. "Wow, we really did pick whatever we liked."
Then something else caught my eye.
"Oh! This yellow floral dress looks beautiful—it would really suit you, Taiyo."
"Rein—"
Hmm?
Did someone call me?
"Rein!"
The voice came from my right.
I turned and saw two young women walking toward me, their faces lit with familiarity and joy.
"Rein! How are you?" one of them beamed, wearing a red mini skirt and a crisp white shirt.
Her curly red hair bounced as she moved, and her bright eyes and vampire-like teeth gave her a distinct charm.
Beside her stood another girl, round-faced and soft-looking, with large glasses that magnified her concern.
"You look tired—are you okay?"
"Who…?"
I glanced at Taiyo, raising an eyebrow.
Without saying a word, I gave her a silent signal—Do I know Them?
I blinked, confused. Who were these people?
They looked so happy to see me.
So familiar.
But to me… they were complete strangers.
"You forgot us so easily?" the girl in red pouted playfully.
"Don't you remember? You saved me from that big-headed, raccoon-looking creep," she added, stepping so close to my face I could practically breathe her air.
"Huh? I… did?"
"Yes! He tried to grab my boobs, and then you twisted his arm with so much force it looked like modern art in a museum."
"I did what?" I blinked in disbelief.
Wow, I thought to myself.
That sounds… pretty heroic.
"Yes! I did," I said out loud, nodding with sudden pride.
(Technically, not me. But the girl I'm inside.)
"So, when are you coming back?" the other girl chimed in. She had mint-green hair, oversized glasses, and an enthusiastic energy that buzzed in the air.
"Coming back… where?" I asked, trying to keep up.
"To U.A., duh," she replied, tilting her head with a playful smirk—as if thinking, weirdo.
It didn't take me long to realize what they were talking about.
UA?
UAAAAAAA—