I fell asleep. All I did was go to take a nap, but when I did, it seemed like I was back home. Or dreaming of back home. But it felt like I was there. It felt like I was experiencing everything happening there. And then I woke up, and I'm still here. But it felt like I was back home.
Something bad happened there. Something bad, and I don't know what to think right now. I wish I was home, but I'm glad that I'm here, too. Is that selfish of me?
[OOC: Ochaco has been canon bumped to episode fourty-five of My Hero Academia. There will be spoilers in the comments. Also, mentions of violence. And side mention, Ochaco, in her urgency, totally forgot to filter this, which was her original intention.]