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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ERI WAS FAR TOO YOUNG to fully grasp the gravity of what had happened, but she could feel it—the crushing weight of sorrow that radiated from her parents. Clutching the My Little Pony plushie you had given her, she sought comfort in its familiar softness. It was the only thing grounding her amidst the confusion.
Her mind replayed the memory of the day everything went wrong—when she had been happily showing her quirk to her therapist, laughing. And then, in an instant, the therapist was gone. Erased. Vanished, like she had never existed at all.
The image of her therapist's face disappearing sent her small heart racing. The panicked voices that had filled the room afterward, the hurried footsteps, the strange people coming in and out, bombarding her with questions she could barely answer—all of it terrified her.
Eri couldn't stop glancing at her parents' faces, twisted in anguish, their eyes swollen from sleepless nights and tears they couldn't hold back anymore.
Her grandfather had even arrived, along with her uncle—the one she barely got along with. Frankly, she was scared of him. He was always so cold, so distant, and his eyes seemed to pierce through everything, never softening like your kind gaze did.
Right now, he stood off to the side, locked in conversation with the adults. The whispers in the room, the constant stares, the tension—it was all too much for her little heart to handle.
But out of all the people there, it was him—her uncle—who suddenly broke away from the others and approached her. Eri's tiny hands gripped the plushie even tighter, her fingers curling around its mane as her heart pounded in her chest. What did he want? Was he angry at her too?
He knelt down to her level, his masked face making it hard for her to read his expression. But his eyes—his eyes seemed different than usual. Softer, maybe? "Hey, Eri. It's me, Uncle Kai," he said, his voice trying for warmth.
She nodded hesitantly, the fear still swirling in her chest. She wished you were here. You always made Uncle Kai less scary, more approachable.
"Hey, hey, don't be scared," he continued, reaching out to place a gloved hand gently on her shoulder. "It's okay. I'm not mad at you. In fact, none of this was your fault." His words were calm, but beneath them was a sense of purpose.
