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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A YEAR HAD PASSED since Bakugo had uncovered your secret. You'd thought about seeking extra security, but involving Bakugo with someone like Chisaki? That would only stir up more problems. So, you waited. Waited for the chaos to die down before you'd approach him again.
Right now, though, you were sitting in your garden, focused on a single leaf, hoping to push your powers further. You had been toying with the idea for a while now—your quirk potentially affecting blood. You had never tried using water from other living bodies. That's why you were here, seated cross-legged in front of the plant, eyes locked on it.
"Alright, here goes nothing," you sighed, raising your palms toward the leaf and shutting your eyes. You centered your thoughts on the moisture you knew had to be lingering in the plant's structure. Your fingers tingled as you concentrated, imagining your power narrowing to a single point—your fingertips.
With a deep breath, you visualized the water inside the leaf, feeling for it like an invisible thread you could pull. Slowly, the leaf twitched, just slightly. A small shift.
Your eyes opened as a drop of moisture gathered on the tip of the leaf and trickled down its edge. Success, even if just a little.
You exhaled, watching the drop fall to the ground. "It worked..."
Your eyes widened as another drop followed the first, then another. The leaf, once vibrant, began to twist, its green color draining as it withered and cracked before your eyes.
You gasped, frozen in place, watching helplessly as the leaf writhed, its life slowly being drained away. With a soft, brittle snap, it fell from its stem, dry and lifeless on the ground.
"No... no, no, no," you whispered, your heart racing. You hadn't meant for this. You scrambled forward, picking up the dried leaf between your fingers, as if somehow you could reverse what you had done.
But it was too late. The damage was irreversible.
The realization hit hard—what you had thought of as an elegant, graceful quirk had the potential to be so destructive, so deadly.
