Chapter 2: The Great Explosion Murder God
"No! This can't be real… Am I dreaming?" Her jaw dropped. She was speechless—and why shouldn't she be?
"The Great Explosion Murder God… Dynamight," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Huh?" Bakugo frowned, his sharp eyes narrowing in confusion. "Huhh?"
From a distance, a man came running toward her, but her vision blurred, and everything started spinning. She blacked out.
That incident happened on April 1st—I swear. I thought it was some cruel prank pulled on me by the universe itself. But when it lasted for more than two days, I realized it was real. Yes, it's been whole week since I first fell into this world—into this book. A new family. A new body. A whole new universe.
I was inside My Hero Academia. My fav manga
"How could this be reality?" I had kept that question for whole week . In that time, I tried everything—cutting my wrists, drowning myself, trying to end it all—only to realize I could actually die here. That scared me more than anything. Eventually, I gave up on every plan I had to escape this nightmare.
"Mommmm!" I screamed, pulled from my thoughts by an annoying, high-pitched voice.
It was my younger sister. Sixth grade. A cute little spy. Always reporting my every move to Mom. Thanks to her interference, many of my self-harm attempts had failed—thankfully.
"I can't even think properly anymore!" I groaned.
"What is it? What do you need?"
"I need you alive, Baka!" she snapped, staring at me with her fiery cat-like eyes.
I sighed. Despite her drama, there was warmth in those eyes. I stepped closer, gently held her tiny hand, and whispered, "I need you too. So… I'm not going anywhere."
Her eyebrows twitched like they were about to collide with each other, and her cheeks turned a soft pink. Embarrassed, she shouted, "Breakfast is ready! C-O-M-E D-O-W-N!" and bolted down the stairs.
I smirked and followed her, feeling the strange comfort in this new world.
At the breakfast table, I slurped down miso soup. "Mom, this is delicious."
"So far," I thought, "I know I'm 16 years old. I have a younger sister, a kind, emotional mother who oddly reminds me of my own. I don't even know how my real mom is doing right now… Is she crying for me? I wish I could tell her, Look! I'm okay. I'm eating healthy meals just like before. But there's no way to reach her. No door, no window, no medium to return home."
I sighed.
Then— "Aaaah!"
"What happened?" my mother asked.
"I bit my tongue…" I mumbled. "I'm done. I'll go get ready."
Now, where was I?
Oh, right—my father. He's on a business trip to Tokyo. I haven't even seen his face yet. But to be honest, I don't feel anything for this new family. This body, this name, this life—they're not mine.
And I don't even know who the she was.
I looked at myself in the mirror, wearing a white floral dress. Her—my?—face was beautiful. The body was toned and athletic. Although I knew nothing about her personality or how she used to behave, I decided to just be myself.
But one thing stood out: her body had clearly been through training. Scars. Bruises. Battle-worn.
Sometimes, when I stared into her eyes, I saw blood. Rage. As if—
"Rin! Let's go shopping!" my mother called from downstairs.
"Coming!" I shouted back.
Oh, and yeah—she's rich.
And her name… is Rin Usui.