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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MADAM PRESIDENT ADJUSTED her glasses, her cold gaze lingering over the paperwork on her desk. "On the basis of Endeavor's recommendation, Aizawa [Name] has been granted admission to U.A. High. Not that it matters much. Nezu would've ensured she ended up there regardless."
The man beside her, leaning back in his chair, nodded thoughtfully. "U.A. is probably the safest place for her. But it also means that one misstep on her part gives us the perfect excuse to pounce."
Madam President smirked, the faintest flicker of disdain crossing her face. "Exactly. Takami will be a pro soon enough, and I'm sure he'll keep a close eye on her. If she becomes a problem, we'll know." Her words were clinical, detached, as if [Name] were nothing more than a ticking time bomb waiting for an opportunity to go off.
The Hero Commission had a twisted sense of justice, one that involved setting up assassins to eliminate potential threats—heroes, villains, it didn't matter, as long as they could prevent the danger before it escalated.
Lady Nagant was one of those "loyal" assassins, until she turned her rifle on the previous president. Madam President had always thought the old man was weak, incapable of controlling the very killers he'd employed. He should've known better.
That's why she was thrown into Tartarus—to be silenced, broken, and reduced to nothing more than a weapon under the Hero Commission's command. They couldn't afford for someone like her to roam free, not with her dangerous potential. She was too powerful, too unpredictable, and society had already tasted the fear she could stir.
The Hero Commission was obsessed with control. Society needed to believe in them—needed to trust that the Commission was the pillar that upheld peace and safety.
Their mission wasn't just to stop crimes but to prevent them before they even had a chance to occur, no matter how ruthless or morally gray their methods became. Silencing threats, erasing those who deviated from the Commission's definition of "justice"—that was their unspoken mandate.
In truth, they were understaffed, a reflection of Madam President's disregard for her employees' well-being. She didn't care about them, just as long as everything went according to her plan.
