The Old God (God!reader x BNHA harem)

Entrance Formality

The next ten months or so go by rather quickly. 

Inko finalised some adoption papers for you, to make sure you actually legally exist this time around.

Izumi has started training for a Hero school and you only encourage her to live up to her dreams. While you didn't notice any changes at first, the muscles she eventually build up was quite impressive.

You spend the months learning as much as you could, from new developments in technology and medicine to studies on quirks and their inner workings.

Eventually the day of the entrance exam was upon the both of you. While you don't technically need to sleep, you thought it might be nice to start off as refreshed as you could be.

You are currently walking next to Izumi as the two of you make your way to the large building on the top of the hill. Somehow she feels different somehow, like someone tried to stuff an entire ocean into a single glass. And while the power feels uncontrolled and cramped, it also feels strangely familiar, as if you've felt it before.

While you're mulling this over in your head, Izumi trips. You're fast enough to catch be her waist, but she feels even lighter then she normally does. After righting her you let go, and watch in confusion as she just floats a couple centimeters of the ground.

???: Sorry for using my quirk on you without asking. It would be bad luck if you fell right before an exam.

You look past the still floating Izumi and see a girl with permanently rosy cheeks and chestnut brown hair that rests gently on her shoulders.

Y/n: That's very nice of you, but how long is that going to last?

Your eyes shift back to the greenette as she flails her arms around in a fruitless attempt to put herself back on the ground. Her continuously darkening cheeks don't make the display any less adorable on your part.

With a small smile the brunette puts her fingers together and speaks a single word.

???: Release.

At that Izumi drops the remaining distance to the ground. She lands a little unsteady and falls forward, planting her face straight into your chest. A bright red blush instantly spreads across her cheeks.

Y/n: You okay there, Izumi?

Izumi: I-I'm fine.

She dusts herself off as the fading blush spreads down the rest of her face. The brunette is still standing there with a soft smile on her face. Izumi gives her a polite bow.

Izumi: Thank you for the help.

Ochaco: It wasn't any trouble. I'm Ochaco Uraraka by the way.

Y/n: Well, it's nice to meet you Uraraka, but I think we all have an exam to get to. Maybe we'll see you in class.

With that you throw your arm around Izumi's shoulders and begin to walk towards the entrance. The greenette in your grasp quickly waves a goodbye before she's almost dragged along with you.

The two of you sit down in the semi-circular auditorium and waited as more and more eager students-to-be filtered in. Your eyes scan over the crowd as you wait, noting some of the more visually interesting ones. A girl who is entirely pink, skin and all, with small horns on her head. A familiar boy, ashen blonde with piercing red eyes.

As your eyes scan the room they eventually find the singular blond man at the front of the room. Their is just enough time to ponder his identity before he begins to yell. Right, Present Mic, Izumi always listen to his radio show after school.