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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KAI WAS BECOMING MORE accustomed to the chaos you brought with each visit. It was subtle, but you could sense him slowly softening toward you. He didn't sneer at your presence as he did with others, though your constant stash of candy was an exception—it bothered him, but not enough to push you away.
Despite this growing connection, one thing gnawed at him: your quirk, and worse, your naive ideals. It was the one flaw in his eyes, the one thing he wished he could rid you of. You were insistent on becoming a hero, something he found not only foolish but revolting. In his mind, heroes were part of the problem, a symptom of the twisted world that quirks had created.
All these villains, heroes, chaos—it was all because of the mutation of quirks. Kai hated it, despised it with every fiber of his being. And you, with your pure intentions, were tangled in it just like everyone else. He resented the fact that someone as clean as you—someone he didn't find utterly revolting—was still a product of the world he detested.
If he could just remove your quirk... you would be perfect. You wouldn't be bound by the corruption of quirks or by society's false ideals. In his eyes, you'd finally be free.
You were here again, making an excuse to Aizawa of your whereabouts so he wouldn't get suspicious.
"Kai? You're quiet," your voice broke him from his thoughts. You were eyeing him curiously, a half-eaten candy in your hand.
"I'm always quiet," he shot back, his usual icy demeanor returning.
You chuckled softly, brushing off his cold response as usual. "True. But you're also staring at me like you're planning something," you teased, popping another piece of candy into your mouth.
Kai narrowed his eyes, his expression unreadable. "Maybe I am." His tone was flat, but there was something unsettling about the way he said it.
You raised an eyebrow, wondering if he was joking—though, Kai wasn't exactly the type to joke. "What, planning how to confiscate my sweets?"
He didn't respond immediately, his mind still running over the thought of removing your quirk. Instead, he shifted his gaze. "You're wasting your time chasing dreams," he muttered, more to himself than to you.
