Rising Star (BNHA Various x Reader)

𝙲𝚊𝚝-𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚞𝚟𝚎𝚝

Third person p.o.v.

Sighing, Y/N warmed her hands with her cup of tea, the heat offering a small comfort against the cool evening air. She was grateful for being pulled out of that school when she was. Had she not set it ablaze, she would have never met her new "family" or found a new place to call home. The orphanage had become her sanctuary, providing the stability she so desperately needed.

The incident had been all over the news in Roppongi—headlines blaring about a prestigious, high-end all-girls school engulfed in flames, with only one survivor: a little girl with h/c hair and e/c eyes. Her face had been plastered on screens for days, a haunting reminder of the tragedy. The aftermath was a blur of hospital rooms and weeks of recovery, but she couldn't escape the constant interrogation. From her bed, she endured a relentless barrage of questions from the police, who seemed desperate for answers.

Then, one day, men in suits stormed into her hospital room, their imposing presence casting a shadow over the sterile space. With a chilling authority, they ordered the police to leave, asserting that they would take over the situation. From that moment on, everything shifted dramatically. The relentless questioning ceased, and her life veered onto an unexpected yet profoundly beneficial path.

Had those men not intervened, Y/N would never have met Ameni-san or Kiyoko-san, or found her place among the children at the orphanage, who had become like siblings to her. The upheaval that once seemed like an unbearable curse had, in reality, opened doors to a new beginning she now cherished deeply.

Sinking deeper into the chair, Y/N let out a deep sigh. She placed her cup of tea on the small side table and absentmindedly fiddled with the hem of her f/v/c sweatshirt. How quickly time had passed.

"Y/N-nee! Someone's at the door!" Eri's voice jolted her from her reverie. Y/N stretched, feeling a satisfying pop in her joints, before grabbing her mug and heading towards the front door. She shut the balcony door behind her, giving Eri a grateful pat on the head before making her way to the entrance.

She felt a pang of sympathy for Eri. Though their experiences differed greatly, Y/N struggled to determine which was worse—her trauma or Eri's. Yet, the specifics seemed irrelevant. To Y/N, Eri felt like the children at the orphanage: a part of her extended family, bound by shared experiences and mutual support.

Opening the door, Y/N peered out, only to find a familiar face on the other side.

"Fight me," She snapped before slamming the door shut. She was not in the mood for any confrontations; they could come back another time.

Eri, curious and concerned, looked up at Y/N. "Who was that, Y/N-nee?"

Y/N ran a hand through her h/c hair, forcing a warm smile as she settled onto the carpet beside the younger girl. "Oh, no one."

As soon as the words left her mouth, the reality of the encounter seemed to sink in. The loud, insistent voice on the other side of the door was growing more forceful, accompanied by aggressive banging.

"OI OI OI!" The noise was relentless. Sighing heavily, Y/N groaned in frustration. She scooped Eri into her arms, switching off the TV with a flick of her wrist. "Let's go to your room, Eri."

Eri, startled but quiet, clung to Y/N as they made their way to the bedroom. Y/N's focus was on ignoring the booming voice and the increasingly frantic pounding at her door.

Once inside her room, Y/N carefully placed Eri down and flicked on the nearest nightlight. The room was dimly lit, a soothing contrast to the chaos outside. Eri was already in her pajamas, having eaten dinner earlier, leaving only bedtime as the remaining task.

"Off to bed, Eri," Y/N said gently.

Eri shook her head stubbornly. "I don't want to go to sleep. I want to watch TV."

Y/N gave her a soft, understanding smile. "I know, but it's late, and you need to get some rest." She sat beside Eri, gently encouraging her to settle down.

"And how about you?" Eri asked, sliding under her cat-printed duvet. Mr. Aizawa had chosen the sheets himself, much to Y/N's relief—Midnight's choices would've been far more extravagant.

"I'll be right here, next to you," Y/N assured her, settling comfortably on the edge of the bed. She tucked a small cat plush under the covers for Eri to hold, the one Shinso had conveniently delivered after a chance encounter. He had mentioned, almost casually, that Mr. Aizawa had sent him on an errand to pick out the toy, avoiding the task himself. It was a small gesture, but one that filled Y/N with warmth, knowing that Mr. Aizawa cared for the child in his own way.

Clutching the cat plush tightly, Eri snuggled deeper into the covers, her small body relaxing as the weight of the day's events began to lift. The room around them was painted a soft baby blue, its walls adorned with shelves filled with a mix of children's toys and educational storybooks. The room was a perfect blend of comfort and learning, a safe haven for Eri to grow and dream.

Y/N watched as Eri's eyes fluttered, growing heavy with sleep. She reached out and gently smoothed a stray lock of hair from Eri's forehead, the soft glow of the nightlight casting a gentle warmth over the room.

"Goodnight, Eri," Y/N whispered.

"Goodnight, Y/N-nee," Eri murmured, her voice already tinged with the drowsiness of impending sleep.

Y/N stayed beside her, keeping vigil as Eri drifted off, the rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing bringing a sense of peace to the room. For a moment, the world outside seemed distant, the banging on the door forgotten.

Whipping out her phone, Y/N quickly navigated to her contacts, typing the letter 'B' into the search bar. The first name that popped up made her roll her eyes. Without hesitation, she clicked on the contact and began typing a message.

No. Next time, ask nicely and I might consider it. And seriously, this late? Also, don't ever do this again. I've got Eri to take care of, so unless you want Mr. Aizawa on your ass, I'd recommend you don't bang on my door to ask me to spar anytime soon, Bakugo.

It didn't take long for a response to arrive. The banging had ceased, and Y/N slowly pushed herself off Eri's bed. She made her way to the curtains, shutting them with her phone in hand, before heading back to her own room. After switching off the night light and leaving Eri's door slightly cracked, she hopped into her bed, settling in and finally checking her phone.

As she settled into the comfort of her bed, a contented sigh escaped her. Life wasn't perfect, but it was hers, and for that, she was grateful.

A message from the culprit lit up the screen:

Yeah, yeah, whatever, nerd. But if you're scared to lose, just say that. And don't think Aizawa's gonna save your ass forever. Next time, you won't have an excuse.

Y/N smirked at the message, shaking her head before putting the phone away. Oh, how she loved the way her life had taken a turn ever since she met her Sensei at the hospital with Mera-san.