The leaves crunched beneath his feet as he walked silently beside the professionally dressed group. The feeling of awkwardness began to seep into his bones. It was hard to ignore, when those around him were so very quiet. With the silence seeping in from every corner, Midoriya wonders, is this a test? A logical ruse? In the back of his mind, he's expecting Aizawa-sensei to pop out and berate him for giving information as easy as he had, much less for following people who might be lethal. Okay, so perhaps 'might be lethal' wasn't right. Definitely lethal. That sounded better.

And it wasn't particularly wrong to believe in the fact that he might be able to take them, if he knew their quirks. The only thing he knew was that one of the quirks was airborne, but the others? No idea. So, he pauses, feeling anxiety curl into the bottom of his stomach, what's the plan? The only way out, it seemed, was to stick with the other people. If he could get information from them, he would be fine. At least, he really hoped he would.

The quiet of the group made his skin crawl. He was used to villains being talkative (- Shigaraki always loved to go on monologues. Would look at Midoriya like he was a minor boss. Always spoke about grinding and how he was leveling up. Even Stain had spoken too much. - ) so the quiet of the supposed villains made him anxious. The lack of speech made them seem experienced, made it seem like they knew exactly what information they would give him before they had even opened their mouths. It made this even more dangerous.

He wondered-had they ever killed someone before? Stumbling away into his own thoughts, his shoulder collided with someone beside him as he tripped on a root. He hated trees. "Oh. Are you okay?"

This boy (- really, he was a teen, but Midoriya couldn't help btu see him as a boy copared to the people he was hanging out with-) had to have been the youngest of the group. His eye seemed to be in a permanent wink, and his brown eyes - well, eye - seemed to be swimming with anxiety and concern themselves. Before he could even think about stopping himself, Midoriya found himself blurting, "Does winking have somethig to do with your quirk?" He felt his body begin to heat in embarrassment, from his cheeks to neck to his neck.

The teen pursed his lips, his eyebrows furrowing, one of them raising in an arc, and Midoriya never felt more stupid. Of course it did- why else would he be winking all of the time? "I suppose so." The teen's answer made Midoriya's curl a bit, a tiny smile.

"Really? I thought so! What type of quirk do you have? Were you the reason for the purple smoke? Do you you have a telepathic like quirk? That's so cool! You know that kind of quirk is perfect for Hero work. I've never seen you at any of the other Hero schools, though. We could train together sometime..." He could feel his body heat rising, and took a moment to breathe before mumbling a gentle "if you'd like to."

The confusion stuck on the other teen's face is what made Midoriya, who had opened his mouth open once again, close it. He hadn't even noticed it, but the people around him had stopped as well. There was nothing but the chips of the birds in the trees. The looks in the eyes of those around him made him call on all for one subconsciously. There was something wrong. Horribly wrong. The thrum of his quirk hummed in his veins. He needed to get away. He let himself chatter way too much. There was a difference between being friendly and purposefully trying to get someone to talk. He had a feeling the teen was trying to do the latter.

It made him feel disgusting. He had fallen completely into a trick, something he should have been able to see through. The group in the suits watched him with calculating eyes, and he stared right back at them. It wasn't right. This whole thing felt weird.

The realization bombarded him.

This wasn't real. He wasn't in a forest. He had fallen into one, of course, but the whole time he hadn't felt like himself. If this quirk was anything like Shinso's, then there was a way to defeat it: through pain. He ground his teeth ground, before finally biting his tongue.

The forest slowly began to dissipate. Midoriya scowled, his narrowed eyes searching amongst the trees. There was a distant laugh, a somewhat embarrassing 'kufufu'.

A soft voice floated near him, whispering softly, "You're quite good, aren't you? As expected of a Sky."

The voice sent shivers down his spine, and he felt himself back up. This was all an illusion. He had as much power here as the other person. This was just a quirk. There was nothing to be a afraid of. This was just like Shinso's quirk. There was a limit. He just needed to find it.

"Kufufu, as entertaining as this is, I'm afraid the Boss wants me to let you go now. We've got all the information we need."

Midoriya woke up with a start.

The light blinded him as his eyes fluttered open. It was bright, and it took a few minutes for his eyes to get used to the sunlight. It was loud in the room, a couple of people loudly arguing around him, and the noise made his head pulse.

"Shut up, he's awake."

Now, Midoriya had been raised right. His mother loved him with all she had, and taught him to always try to make good first impressions. But he doesn't even think his mother would been able to say anything better besides... "What the fuck." Midoriya blinked. And then blinked again. It's not that it was a particularly weird sight. Well, it was, but it was less the people that made things seem weird. It was more the little animals on the people's shoulders, arms, and in their hands that made him wonder if he was truly seeing what he was seeing or if he was just simply hallucinating.

Judging from the small little roar that the tiny, flame bound lion gave, I'm guessing that it was instead an actual animal instead of, well, a plush animal. There was a lot of things he had been surprised about. Meeting strange people, falling out of the sky, having to deal with illusions. Those were all things he could regularly handle. Now, the animals? That was new.

The teen from his dream (Well, illusion really), puffed a laugh, before staring curiously at him. It made his cheeks flush. It was awkward. He hated being stared at. It always made him feel like there was something in his teeth or like there was something on his face. The room was quite crowded. It seemed like there was at least 10 people in there, and it was awkward. Midoriya found his eyes driftng to the man with the brown fluffy like hair. The regal air around him was the same, however, there was a distinct difference between the man at th efoot of his bed and the man that was in his illusion. The man at the foot of his bed had a stark scar across his cheek. It was faded and looked old. It looked a lot like the scar that was across his hands, from his freshma year of high school.

The man was so obviously the leader. No one was in front of him, everyone else on either side of him. He was the only man that, despite his scar, didn't seem scarily dangerous. The man noticed him staring and Midoriya felt himself growing red again, because, well, jeez that's awkward. The man just simply smiled, before looking at everyone else in the room. "Alright, out. You're being too loud!"

"But Juudaime-" The silver-haired man from the illusion said, and wow, the guy with the illusion quirk got this guy down pat.

"Nope, out." The man - Juudaime? - just laughed softly, shooing them out. There wasn't anything angry in his expression. Just pure fondness.

"Fine." The man turned abruptly to Midoriya, "if you try anything, I'll blow you up."

Somehow, Midoriya didn't doubt that.

The defeaning silence that ensued after the rowdy bunch left had his skin prickling. Just because the man didn't look dangerous doesn't mean he wasn't. Toga looked as innocent as a middle school girl ( - though middle school girls were dangerous too. Too many signed autographs could make a guy go crazy. How did All Might do it? - ) but that didn't mean she hadn't tried to kill him numerous times before she had been locked up.

When the man opened his mouth, he had been expecting a surplus of things. Threats, questions, anything really. What he got was, "You're supposed to be here, are you?"

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