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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"CHICHI LET ME GO!" you whined, your voice a mix of desperation and protest as you hung upside down on Aizawa's shoulder, your hair spiraling in every direction like a messy cloud. Despite your flailing, he remained unbothered, carrying you upstairs as though you weighed nothing at all.
"It's the season finale of Love Island, Chichi!" you huffed dramatically, throwing your hands in the air as if it would change his mind. But Aizawa, ever the strict guardian, barely blinked at your plea.
"No buts," he said in that low, unshakeable tone of his as he nudged your bedroom door open with his foot. "You need sleep. When you don't get enough, you're crankier than I am."
He gently set you down on the bed, and you immediately crossed your arms in defiance, lips forming a stubborn pout. You shot him a look, but it wasn't your usual playful one—it was full of frustration. How could he do this to you? The biggest TV moment of the year and he was making you miss it!
"You never get it," you muttered, turning away from him dramatically, though the slight twitch of your lips betrayed you. You knew this routine well—no amount of whining would change his mind.
"Sleep first, reality TV drama later," he repeated, his voice firm but not unkind. As you sulked, he leaned down and ruffled your hair again, that same familiar motion that always managed to chip away at your stubbornness.
But tonight, you weren't going to let him off the hook so easily.
"As your punishment, no goodnight kisses," you declared, turning your head sharply away from him, arms still crossed. You were determined to stick to your threat, even though you knew it was a ridiculous attempt at retaliation. You couldn't really stay mad at him, but you had to hold on to your pride, at least for a little while.
Aizawa, of course, didn't react the way you wanted. He just raised an eyebrow, watching your little protest with that unreadable expression of his. "Alright," he said, shrugging like it didn't bother him one bit. "Goodnight, then."
For a moment, you stayed silent, still turned away, waiting for him to come back and offer the kiss you half-expected anyway. But he didn't. He just stood there, his presence calm, waiting for you to either break or make peace with the situation.
