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 NEITO HAD A HARD TIME adjusting to his new normal. It had been almost two years since he moved from France to Japan, and though he'd made a select few friends who shared his particular flair for dramatics, the transition wasn't as smooth as he'd hoped.
The personalities at his new, stuck-up school felt awfully bland, like they could all use a bit of seasoning. Monoma was prideful, sure, but he believed he had every reason to be. He considered himself the whole package—charismatic, smart, and well-rounded.
His quirk was powerful and versatile, yet it felt severely underutilized at the moment. He dreamed of becoming a hero, imagining it would finally give him the opportunity to use his quirk to its fullest potential.
The idea of encountering new people, studying their quirks, and perhaps even borrowing them for a short time filled him with excitement. It wasn't just about strength; it was the intellectual puzzle of understanding how each ability worked and making it his own, even if only for a few minutes.
And then, there was you.
You fascinated him, even more than those quirks he longed to study. Despite knowing you for quite some time, your quirk remained a mystery, a well-guarded secret that he never pried into.
He supposed there was a certain thrill in not knowing, an allure to the enigma you presented. It made the moments you shared even more intriguing—like there was always something more just out of reach, waiting to be uncovered.
The way you looked at him, it made his day every time. There was something in your gaze, a sense that you could see straight through him, right to the bottom of his heart. It wasn't unnerving; in fact, it felt like a challenge, and he thrived on challenges. Your presence stirred up something unfamiliar in him, something that tugged at his carefully crafted composure.
That's why he never considered himself like the other kids at school. They were predictable—plain and straightforward. But you? You were the excitement in his life, the puzzle he couldn't quite solve, and maybe, he thought, he didn't want to. You made him feel like he wasn't alone. And that made all the difference.
