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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WHEN YOU WOKE UP, your body felt heavy, like a weight pressed down on every inch of your muscles. You blinked blearily, the harsh fluorescent lights above stinging your eyes. As the blur receded, you realized you were lying on a cot in a sterile, white-walled room. The smell of antiseptic filled the air.
Groaning softly, you tried to push yourself upright, but a sharp pain in your side forced you to wince and ease back down. It was then that you noticed a shadow standing beside you.
Aizawa, arms crossed, his dark eyes sharper than you'd ever seen them. His expression was unreadable, a tense silence filling the room as he studied you.
"Chichi..." you managed, your voice barely more than a croak. A wave of dizziness swept over you, making you close your eyes for a moment. When you opened them again, Aizawa's jaw was clenched, his expression torn between anger and something else—something that almost looked like fear.
"What were you thinking?" he asked, his voice low, but you could hear the tremor in it. "You could have gotten yourself killed, [Name]. You went up against a villain on your own—without backup, without training for this sort of situation!"
You flinched at the harshness of his words, guilt twisting in your chest. You knew you'd acted recklessly. But those people... they would have been hurt, or worse, if you hadn't done something. "I-I couldn't just stand there and do nothing. They needed help, Chichi," you whispered, your eyes stinging with unshed tears.
Aizawa's gaze softened slightly, but the sternness didn't leave his expression. He took a deep breath, running a hand through his tangled hair as he looked away from you, his voice quieter now. "I get that. I understand wanting to protect people, but you don't have the luxury to throw yourself into danger like that—not yet."
You swallowed hard, your throat tight as you looked down at your hands, which were trembling slightly. "I just... I thought if I did something, I could make a difference. Isn't that what heroes do?"
Aizawa sighed, kneeling down beside the cot so that he was at eye level with you. The exhaustion in his face was clear now, as if he'd aged years in just a few hours. He placed a firm hand on your shoulder, his grip steady.
