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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"THE RESULTS OF THE FINAL EXAM ARE OUT," Mr. Akimichi announced, folding his papers with a sense of finality. "They are ranked based on the entire school's standings. All the first years are ranked in this list."
A murmur of surprise rippled through the class, a mix of nerves and curiosity. It was one thing to get a low score in class—another entirely to have those scores displayed for the entire school to see, in big, bold letters. The pressure was palpable.
Amidst the commotion, you remained in your usual spot, arms folded on your desk as you dozed off, oblivious to the announcement. The world around you faded, and only the warmth of your arms under your head kept you grounded in a small cocoon of peace.
Shoto's gaze lingered on you, ignoring the chatter and the tension that filled the room. He studied your serene expression, the way a lock of your white hair brushed against your cheek. In his mind, you were utterly captivating, your presence an unspoken comfort in the chaos of his own thoughts.
Your white hair always seemed impossibly soft, like silk woven from moonlight. Your skin was luminous, delicate and smooth, a stark contrast to his own scarred features. And your blue eyes—those eyes that could be as calm as a still pond or as fierce as a raging ocean—haunted him in the best way.
He couldn't help but think how lucky he was to be able to watch you like this, even if you didn't know the depth of his feelings. He felt an inexplicable pull toward you, a gravity that made it impossible to look away.
To him, you were the most beautiful part of his world, even when you were simply napping through class. Aizawa [Name], you had become the love of his life, even if he could barely say it out loud to himself.
As Mr. Akimichi's voice droned on about the rankings, Shoto found himself wishing he could be the one to share in your peaceful moments, to be the one you turned to when you woke up from your naps, and to protect that calm expression from anything that might disrupt it.
For now, he'd settle for admiring you from afar, but he couldn't shake the growing desire to get closer, to have you see him the way he saw you.
Soon, the classroom erupted with the sound of chairs scraping against the floor as students rushed out to check the results posted at the main entrance. The sudden commotion jolted you awake, your head snapping up from your folded arms on the desk. You blinked sleepily, your gaze darting around the emptying room.
