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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"YOU GOT A RECOMMENDATION," Aizawa said flatly one morning, arms crossed as he delivered the news. You nearly choked on your water, sputtering it out in a messy spray right onto his face.
"But Chichi, I thought you said you weren't going to give me one!" you protested, jumping in front of him with wide eyes.
"I didn't. Someone else did," he replied, rubbing his temple, clearly already regretting this conversation.
"Was it Uncle Hizashi? Or Uncle Toshi? I mean, I know how sentimental they can get—"
"It was Endeavor," he interrupted, his tone resigned. The name hung in the air for a moment, and your face fell. Your legs gave out beneath you, and you dramatically collapsed to your knees, staring up at him in disbelief.
"Why would he do that?" you muttered, half to yourself, struggling to wrap your mind around the fact that the Number 2 Hero—known for his strict, uncompromising demeanor—would recommend you, of all people.
Aizawa gave a resigned sigh as he lifted you to your feet. "It can't be helped," he said, a hint of irritation in his voice. "He's probably still hung up on the whole marriage arrangement thing."
You groaned, leaning into your father's chest as if it could somehow ground you. "I mean, I love Shoto loads, but in that way?" Your voice trailed off, and your mind drifted back through all the moments you'd shared with Shoto over the years, the easy companionship that had grown between you both.
Aizawa's hand paused as he gently combed through your hair, tension creeping into his voice. "Do you... have feelings for him?" he asked, almost too quietly, as if he dreaded your answer.
You pulled back slightly, face flushing a deep crimson. "UHHHHHHHHHHHH," you blurted out, heat rising to your cheeks as your thoughts spiraled in a frenzy.
"ANYWAYS, UA EXAM? WHAT? NO WAY!" you suddenly exclaimed, stumbling over your words as you pushed yourself away from him and dashed to the other side of the room, desperate to change the subject.
"[Name], get back here—we still need to discuss your hero costume design," Aizawa called after you, his voice firm.
You rushed back in, fanning your flushed face. "Oh, right! I've already sent my drafted designs to the costume department at your agency. They'll just tweak them and send them back to me," you grinned, grateful to shift the conversation away from anything romantic.
