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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MONOMA'S FINGERS WORKED skillfully, combing through your hair with a precision that almost surprised you. He focused intensely, his brows furrowed in concentration, as if each strand needed to be perfect.
"You know, you could start charging people for this," you teased, trying to hold back a grin. "Who knew Monoma Neito had such hidden talents?"
He smirked, lifting a section of your hair to examine the ends. "It's only natural for someone as versatile as me to excel at anything I try. Consider yourself lucky to be the first subject of my hair-styling genius."
You laughed. "Of course, how could I forget?"
As he continued styling, there was a moment of comfortable silence. You stared at the reflection in the mirror, seeing him so focused made you realize how much Monoma took pride in everything he did, even something like this. Despite his usual haughty attitude, there was a genuine care in the way he was treating your hair.
"Do you ever think about the future,Monoma?" you asked, suddenly feeling curious.
He paused for a moment, still holding a section of your hair in his hand. "The future?" He looked at you through the mirror, his gaze slightly softer. "I think about it all the time. It's why I'm always pushing myself. I refuse to be overlooked, by anyone."
You nodded, understanding him on a level deeper than most. "I'm sure you'll stand out," you said with a reassuring smile. "You already do."
He didn't say anything, but a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at his lips before he resumed styling your hair.
Monoma worked in silence for a while longer, his fingers deftly twisting sections of your hair into something far more intricate than you expected. You could tell he was taking this seriously, more than just another one of his competitive streaks. It was almost calming to sit there, feeling the tug of his hands as he styled your hair, the hum of concentration in the air.
"You're lucky," Monoma finally said, his voice low but clear.
