It could have been a hard drop from the tall height where he stood. It could have broken a few bones, perhaps even give him severe head trauma. An easy mistake to make, was what Eraserhead would have told him just so he wouldn’t lose himself in the critical depths of self-doubt. That’s what should have happened. But instead of waking up in the infirmary to the sight of Midoriya asking him how he’s feeling and Eraserhead sternly telling him to not be too careless next time, Shinsou finds himself waking up in a bedroom that isn’t his. He sits up, expecting to feel any sort of aching in his body from the accident only to receive none.
What the hell? Where am I?
There’s nothing notably personalized in the room. A bed, a closet, two bedside tables, a television, and a window to a balcony outside. But perhaps the only personalized thing is the basket sitting neatly on the end of the bed. Getting a good look at it, he finds a cat-themed calendar, some comic book, and a book about... bicycles? That’s a weird and random assortment. He gets up from the bed and cautiously heads for the door before slowly pulling it open to find just another door in front of him. He looks to the side and sees a small, white kitchen that would have come off as plain if it weren’t for the bright, colorful flowers adorned around it.
He steps out but stops when he hears sounds coming from near the kitchen but out of his range of vision. He takes another cautious step and peeks around the corner to realize that the kitchen opens up to a dining room and a living room combined into a single living space. Several books can be seen laying around but Shinsou doesn’t get a good look at them when he realizes that he’s not alone.
His gaze catches a white-haired boy standing by himself, seemingly trying to get ready to leave for the day. While he is undeniably shorter than Shinsou, there’s no telling whether he’s older or just about his age since his back is turned to the teen. He seems harmless though. Shinsou isn’t sure why he thinks that but there’s something about this guy that just doesn’t feel like a threat.
With that in mind, he finally decides to speak up.
❝Hey.❞ He takes a step closer, his voice a bit deeper than usual from sleep. ❝Where the hell am I?❞