Midoriya POV:
The sun rose once more and the light started to sling its way trough the thick woods. I stood at the big open window in the bedroom and watched the falling leaves dancing on the winds slight breeze. Two months and we hadn't achieved anything. From day to day I got more homesick. A couple of days ago Kacchan and Shoto went back to the place Kacchan got attacked at to seek for any clues but they came back as empty handed as when they left. At least it seems like the last week has gone by smoothly. No further interaction with anyone except us three.
Even so, I can't stare at this walls anymore. Every time I do they seem to come closer. This place is slowly suffocating me and I don't have a clue what to do against it.
I miss Class 1A and my Mom. All Might and Mr. Aizawa. Recently I have wondered more and more often what they might be doing at this moment. I wonder if they are used to us not being around by now and are slowly forgetting about us. Ahh, maybe forgetting is the wrong word but at least they're  probable not thinking that often about us anymore. Maybe to them it is as though we are already dead and they are slowly finding their peace with it. On the other side can I really blame them. Who knows maybe we won't get out of here anyway. Every morning I wake up in this place I feel how my hopes are slowly being drained out of me. I don't think I am the only one though. Dealing with the situation has become quite hard. Mentally and literally.

I looked over to Kacchan and Shoto who were still sleeping. They looked so peaceful as they snored through their little dreams.
At least I have them with me. I smiled.
I decided to let them sleep and left the room. Downstairs I poured some water in the tea pot and let it cook on the stove. While Shoto and Kacchan have been outside looking for clues I've been in here. I tried to get everything cleaned up and hoped I would find anything useful under all this clutter in the mean time. Because the water still needed some time to cook I decided to get back to my mission. I had started upstairs so that our bedroom would become a little bit more comfortable. And as I looked around I realised that I was about half done downstairs as well. I pulled one of the big boxes filled up enough for things to fall out over to the already cleaned up space. Then I sat down on the floor next to it and started to unpack it.

On the very top were a couple of old picture frames most of them already broken. Next I pulled out one of the little paper boxes and opened it. Old black-and-white photos and a couple dried flowers were in it. The photos were already so yellowed that you could hardly see what they had captured. I was pretty sure it was pictures of people though. As I put the box with its contents away I spotted an old polaroid camera. I wondered if the photos were taken by this camera and the people might have been living here a while back. Maybe even others who had shared the same fate as we did. I picked the photos back up and tried to make them out once more. I was pretty sure that one of them showed two men and a woman. Both of the men wore linen shirts. One of them wore dungarees and the other pants with thin straps. The women wore a gorgeous dress with ruffles at the end of the sleeves and dots from top to bottom. Somehow I had the feeling I had seen this dress before. I took the photo and went back upstairs. Quietly I snuck back into the bedroom and opened the little dresser at one of the walls. And there it was. The dress had a dirty yellow color, black dots and was even more stunning then on the picture. I took it out of the dresser and went back downstairs. As I stroke over the soft fabric of the dress, I noticed another detail on the photo. I dropped the dress and ran out the front door. I didn't even had to compare them for longer then a second. The house behind the three people was defiantly the one we were staying in right now. I quickly went back into the house and kneeled down next to the box. I took out another box containing black women's shoes fitting to the dress. I put them next to me and continued to search through the carton. Aside from a small jewellery box and some old storybooks nothing else seemed to be inside.

I was ready to be disappointed as I realised something was under the thin cloth at the bottom of the box. I put the books I was already holding aside and leaned into the carton in front of me. As I moved the cloth away I had the feeling as though the world had stoped moving for just a couple of seconds. I carefully reached for the object and took it out. It was a thin notebook with a white cover and a light blue spine. In bold black handwritten letters the title "Hero Analysis for the Future No.1" was on it. But before I could open the first page a pair of hands one on each shoulder started shaking me out of it. I looked up. It was Kacchan! When did he get here? "Deku?!" Something smelled burned and as I turned around to face the kitchen I saw Shoto who tried to get the boiling water spouting out the tea pot under control. I turned my gaze back to the object in my hands but instead of my hero note book I held a very old, brown leather book in my hands. "Deku? Are you ok?" I looked back at Kacchan. "Y-Yeah. I think I'm good." I replied. "Are you sure? Because you were pretty out of it just now." Shoto added who by now had managed to de-escalate the situation in the kitchen. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just don't really know what happened just now, so I need a minute to collect myself." I reassured him. "Make sure to tell us as well once you found out." Kacchan said as I stared at the book in my hands. "What do you have there? Can I see?" Shoto asked and I handed him the book. He opened the cover and his expression changed immediately. "What is it?" Both Kacchan and I who were still kneeling on the floor starred up at him expectant. "This seems to be a Diary... No, not just some random diary-" he replied. "Out with it already!" Kacchan demanded. "I think it's the diary of a former resident of this dreamworld." In an instant Kacchan an I were back on our feet. "Does that mean this will help us get out of here?" I asked exited. "Maybe. Let's not get our selve to riled up about it. Not only could it be a fake to mess with our heads and give us false hope, it might not even have clues on how to get out of here." Shoto answered. "But there's a chance! Finally! We finally found something that might help!" Kacchan shouted relieved.
We looked at each other and it felt like a spark of hope litt up in all of us once more. It might have just been a small one but none of us cared in that moment. All we felt was joy and excitement as well as a little bit of relieve and hope.

To be continued ...