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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TEN YEARS. A whole decade had passed since you'd found yourself in this strange, new world. You could hardly believe how much had changed—how far you'd come.
The life you had left behind felt like a distant memory now, hazy around the edges. There wasn't much to miss from that world, save for your parents. But even those memories were starting to fade, slipping away like sand through your fingers.
Maybe it was inevitable. Maybe the connection to that past had been severed for good, leaving you with only this new reality to hold onto.
Still, on quiet nights, you sometimes allowed yourself to remember. To think back to the warmth of your mother's embrace, the sound of your father's laughter. Those memories, faint though they were, remained tucked away in your heart, like a distant dream you were slowly waking up from.
As you looked in the mirror, your vibrant blue eyes reflected back at you, a stark contrast to your snow-white hair, which now felt like a symbol of your new beginning. This was your final shot at life, and you couldn't let it slip away. You were born to stand out in this world, and you knew it.
Birthdays had never been a big deal for you here, mostly because it meant balancing the delicate relationships with your friends from different circles. As much as you cherished them, you were afraid bringing them together might disrupt something important.
So, you'd made a promise to Aizawa years ago: until you turned sixteen, you would spend every birthday alone with him, just the two of you.
Today was no different.
You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, still heavy with the remnants of your dreams. As you looked up, there was Aizawa, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, a rare and genuine smile gracing his usually stern face. It was a look reserved only for you, and it was devoid of anything but pure joy.
"Happy birthday, my angel," he said softly, his voice filled with affection. His eyes softened as they met yours, the warmth in them unmistakable.
For a moment, you just stared at him, stunned. His words struck something deep inside you, and before you knew it, a giggle bubbled up from your chest, quickly turning into a sniffle, and then—tears. You didn't know why you were crying, but the emotion hit you like a wave.
