Various BNHA X Fem Reader.
Sorta ocish character.
White hair and blue eyes.
Where an inauspicious girl meets her doom and ultimately gets transported into the chaos of My Hero Academia.
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"FIGHTING EVIL BY MOONLIGHT, WINNING LOVE IN DAYLIGHT. NEVER RUNNING FROM A REAL FIGHT. SHE IS THE ONE NAMED SAILOR MOON!" You and Present Mic belted out the lyrics into the karaoke mics, voices harmonizing with joyful abandon.
The room was a whirlwind of energy as you danced and sang, your laughter ringing out in unison with Mic's boisterous enthusiasm.
Aizawa, on the other hand, had found his own refuge from the cacophony. He grumbled as he plugged in his earbuds, seeking solace in his own world of silence. Mic's exuberance was infectious, but it was a bit too much for the usually stoic hero.
"Can't believe my niece is starting elementary school already," Mic said, his voice catching with exaggerated emotion as he pulled you into a tight, affectionate hug. "It feels like just yesterday I was changing your poopy diapers."
You wriggled in his embrace, laughing. "Uncle Hizashi, I'm not a baby anymore! I'm going to be in elementary school!"
"You'll always be my baby," Mic said, his voice thick with nostalgia as he squished your head against his chest. "And now you're all grown up, getting ready for school. I'm so proud of you!"
Aizawa glanced over, raising an eyebrow at the spectacle. "Hizashi, you're making a scene. The neighbors are going to think there's a circus in here."
Mic, undeterred, waved a hand dismissively, still caught up in the moment. "Let them think that! This is a celebration, Shota!"
"Speaking of celebrations, I've got a little something for you!" Mic suddenly dashed outside, leaving you and Aizawa watching in anticipation. The sound of a bell jingled, and soon Mic reappeared, triumphantly dragging in a bright pink bike adorned with unicorns and glitter.
Your eyes widened with excitement as you saw the bike, your face lighting up in sheer delight. You clapped your hands and bounced on your toes, clearly thrilled. "Wow, Uncle Hizashi! This is amazing!"
Aizawa sighed, his expression a mixture of exasperation and amusement. "Hizashi, I told you to stop spoiling her. At this rate, she's going to turn into a little brat."
