𝖤𝗅𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗇 /ɪˈ𝗅ɪ𝗓ɪə𝗇/ 𝖺𝖽𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖾.
In which an average girl gets transported into the mayhem of My hero academia.
Various!! BNHA x Reader
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YOUR SMALL BABY BRAIN had never fully registered just how young your adoptive father actually was. Upon closer inspection, it became clear that Aizawa was still in his mid-teens, with shorter hair and slightly lighter eye bags than the version you were used to.
You began to piece together why he might have been assigned to care for you. Your quirk was undeniably dangerous, which could explain why a teenager still in school was given such a significant responsibility.
It made sense that, by the time you were one year old, you would be placed under the care of a nanny. The school couldn't have given Aizawa an extended leave just for being your guardian, could they?
Your questions were answered when you stumbled upon some documents sprawled on the coffee table. With your nanny momentarily in the washroom, you seized the opportunity to read them.
The documents featured bold headings stating End of Internship and included a detailed report. Amid the paragraphs, one name jumped out at you: Oboro Shirakumo.
You recalled that Oboro Shirakumo was a friend of both Aizawa and Present Mic who had tragically passed away.
The day of his death was exactly a day before you were born. It made sense now that the school had given him time off to focus on recovering from the loss and to take care of you.
Your power was so intense that you had to be put under surveillance, the thought scared you for a while as you suppressed it deeper.
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By the time you turned one year old, your ability to form full sentences astonished the doctors during your check-up. Your advanced intelligence was something they had never encountered before. You felt a swell of pride as you looked up at Aizawa, who returned your gaze with a warm, approving smile.
Despite the demands of his schooling, Aizawa made a point to be present in your life. He engaged in your playful antics and made time for you, even as you grew into a lively four-year-old.
"[Name], it's time for dinner," Aizawa called out, setting a plate of broccoli and spaghetti in front of you. You waddled in with your My Melody plushie and took your seat, immediately recoiling at the sight of the green vegetable.
