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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AIZAWA SHOTA HAD never claimed to be the best. At just 15 years old, he had already experienced loss that would shake anyone to their core.
His closest friend, someone who had been with him through thick and thin, was gone. And it was all his fault—or so he believed.
If he had just been quicker, stronger, more aware, then maybe, just maybe, Shirakumo Oboro wouldn't have died under the rubble of that building. The moment the news reached him, Aizawa's world seemed to collapse alongside that structure, and his descent into depression was swift and relentless.
The funeral took place the following day. Only he and Hizashi were there, standing side by side in the pouring rain. Aizawa barely registered the ceremony; his mind was locked in an endless loop of "what-ifs" and "if-onlys."
His dark, weary eyes seemed to sink even deeper into his face, his usual exhaustion taking on a more profound, hopeless quality. It was the first time he had ever seen Hizashi so quiet—no jokes, no laughter, just a barely whispered "goodbye" to the friend they both loved.
The silence tore through Aizawa, deepening the hole in his chest. He longed for any sign of normalcy, for something to ground him, but it never came.
The next morning, sunlight blared through the thin curtains of his dorm room. It felt intrusive, almost offensive. He groaned, pulling the blanket over his head, wishing for nothing more than the cover of night, where the world felt distant and quiet, and he didn't have to face his responsibilities.
In that darkness, at least he could pretend for a while longer that things hadn't changed.
But that illusion shattered when his phone rang. He'd ignored the buzzing at first, unwilling to even open his eyes. But the caller ID made his heart stop—Principal Nezu. The one person Aizawa couldn't ignore.
With a start, he threw off the blankets and sat up, his body feeling heavy, like lead. His head pounded, and every part of him screamed to sink back into the bed, to retreat from the world for just a few more minutes. But Nezu's brief words rang clear.
