Fractured Connections

As I stood on the bus, my eyes still fixed on the young man who had exited, my parents nudged me to look away, but I couldn't tear my gaze away. "Stop staring, it's rude," my father scolded, but I was transfixed. The young man's form slowly disappeared into the crowd, and I continued to stare, my eyes following him until he was just a speck in the distance. I felt a shiver run down my spine as realization dawned on me. That was Aizawa Shota, the teacher from U.A. High School. I couldn't believe it. The way he looked, all brooding and intense, made my heart skip a beat. I mentally calculated the age difference between us - it was definitely significant, but I couldn't help the flutter in my chest. He was a very worthy simping specimen, and I found myself wanting to see more of him. The encounter left me breathless, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that my life was about to take a dramatic turn. Over the next few days, I spotted another familiar face. I was driving with my parents when I saw a girl with bright pink skin glinting in the sunlight as she played on a swing in a park. She was surrounded by friends, laughing and chatting, and I could have sworn it was Ashido Mina. I felt a thrill of excitement at the possibility of running into her. As the days passed, I couldn't help but feel that it was only a matter of time before I encountered more of these characters. I imagined myself ending up in the slums and running into a small Chisaki Kai, or my house needing repairs and turning to Uraraka's family business for help. Perhaps I would find myself in danger and get saved by Best Jeanist? The possibilities swirled in my head, and part of me couldn't deny that I was excited. But for now, my parents' decision to move to a new house took precedence. Our current house was being vacated for a newlywed couple, and it was getting a bit cramped for a growing child like me. I felt a vague prickle of annoyance at having to change my habits and environment, but it was quickly overshadowed by the thrill of exploring a new place. As we unloaded everything from the moving truck onto our new house, my parents gave me permission to wander around the unfamiliar surroundings. I took the opportunity to explore, my eyes scanning the neighborhood for anything out of the ordinary. As I turned a corner, I caught sight of a park that looked eerily familiar. The playground, the swings, the slide - it all seemed to match a memory I had. I quickened my pace, my heart beating with anticipation. Could it be? I pushed open the gate and stepped into the park, my eyes scanning the area for any sign of...whoever. And then I saw it. The park was exactly as I had imagined it. A sense of déjà vu washed over me, and I felt a smile spread across my face. This was it. This was where my journey was going to take me. I took a deep breath, ready to see what lay ahead.