𝖤𝗅𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗇 /ɪˈ𝗅ɪ𝗓ɪə𝗇/ 𝖺𝖽𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖾.
In which an average girl gets transported into the mayhem of My hero academia.
Various!! BNHA x Reader
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"UNCLE TOSHI..." You knelt down in the shadowed alley, your school bag slipping from your shoulder as you stared at the frail man before you. Blood stained his lips, and his body trembled as he struggled to breathe. You had been on your way to school when the sound of something crashing down from the sky had caught your attention.
He offered you a strained smile, one that barely masked the pain etched across his face. "Young [Name], you weren't supposed to see me like this," he murmured, his voice weak and hoarse.
You tightened your grip on his arm, feeling how alarmingly thin and fragile he was beneath the fabric of his coat. "It's from your big fight two years ago, isn't it?" you asked, voice soft as you tried to support his weight. He leaned into your hold, his breath coming in short, shallow bursts.
With a heavy sigh, he nodded, leaning on you more heavily than before. "Yeah... even the greatest heroes have their limits, I guess," he admitted, trying to keep a sense of lightheartedness despite the dire situation.
You glanced around the empty alley, panic bubbling up in your chest. "Let's get you to a doctor, Uncle Toshi. You need help—"
But he shook his head firmly, a shadow passing over his eyes. "No... No hospitals, not like this. The last thing the world needs is to see All Might crumbling in the streets."
You bit your lip, feeling the weight of the secret he carried—how much he had to hide, even from the people he protected. You couldn't imagine what it was like for him, to bear the expectations of a world that still believed he was invincible. You wanted to say something, to reassure him, but all that came out was a shaky, "You're not alone, you know. We're here for you."
Toshinori managed a small, pained smile, but his expression soon grew serious. "[Name], my power isn't eternal," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand trembled as he brought it up to look at his palm, the symbol of strength that had once defined him.
You swallowed hard, already knowing where this conversation was headed. "You don't have much time left, do you?"
He gave a faint, almost bitter laugh, as if acknowledging the truth he could no longer avoid. "No, kid. I don't. The power I hold is fading. Soon, it'll be... practically useless."
