πππ«ππ§π π {f!reader x bnha}

The world had turned to dust, then nothingness, then a freefall through swirling, vibrant chaos. I opened my eyes to the dizzying rush of wind, the ground hurtling towards me with alarming speed.
My instincts, honed by years of my father's strange lessons, took over. A flicker of emerald energy, a shimmering distortion in the air β a portal snapped open beneath my feet, then another closer to the earth.
I tumbled through the glowing rings, hitting the ground with a soft, undignified thud. My head spun, but my body was intact. I pushed myself up, blinking against the unfamiliar sunlight filtering through strange, tall buildings. The air was different, too, carrying the scent of something akin to ozone and distant city smog. This was definitely not New York, nor was it any of the dimensions Father had ever shown me. I was truly, irrevocably, alone.
