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Slowly but surely, 1A traveled from their dimension to yours. And let's just say, the workers at the motel the class were staying at hated them.

The Bakusquad would get constant noise complaints, Iida and Momo would then get involved to save their asses so no one would get kicked out and save the workers from dealing with Katsuki's explosive wrath. In a world where quirks didn't have exist and the gang had to hide theirs the best they could, they were doing a pretty bad job at it.

At least the teens with physical attributes to their quirk could just say they're cosplayers. The perk of being literal anime characters.

Despite these issues, spending time with the class in person felt so good.

A lot of games were played, junk food was consumed, and a few of them only accidentally committed a crime and have had to cover their tracks twice to avoid arrest twice.

But most importantly, there were a lot of laughs and smiles among the group now that they could finally meet you in person.

After around three weeks, most of the students had run out of money, so they begrudgingly had to go back to their universe.

While a few tears were shed upon their departure, everyone knew there'd still be the group chat and, as long as the teleporter worked, the class could come back to visit anytime.

The night everyone had gone home, you made sure to text chat and see if they were home safe and sound. Even Mineta, although he was then immediately blocked upon his safety confirmation.

You fell asleep during a call that night, the buzz of 1A's antics comforting you despite not having them physically there anymore.

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