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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"CRAZY HOW WE STILL GOTTA TAKE A TEST EVEN THOUGH I GOT RECOMMENDATION," you pouted, your cheeks full of waffles decorated with whipped cream in a smiley face.
"Can't let just anyone stroll in," Aizawa grumbled, poking at his own breakfast with a slight frown.
"But it's so unfair!" you whined, your voice a little muffled as whipped cream clung to your face.
With a tired sigh, your father leaned over, taking a napkin to gently wipe the sticky mess from your cheeks. "Life's not fair, [Name]. Suffering is part of being a hero," he said in his usual calm tone. "Now hurry up. We'll be late if you don't finish soon."
You giggled as he fussed over your hair, his fingers brushing through it to make sure everything was in place. "Okay, chichi," you chirped, hopping off your chair and rushing to slip on your shoes.
As you stood by the door, looking up at Aizawa with bright, eager eyes, he gave you a small, rare smile. "Ready?" he asked softly, his voice unusually gentle.
"Ready!" you beamed, practically bouncing on your toes. You were ready to take on the world, even if that meant tackling a daunting test.
Dressed in your neatly pressed middle school uniform, you knew today would be important. First up was the written exam, then the practical, and finally, the interview—a special step reserved for recommendation students like you.
Despite being at U.A. plenty of times before, something about today felt different. Nerves fluttered in your stomach. This wasn't just another visit to U.A.; this was the start of your hero journey.
You had prepared—oh, you'd prepared. You spent hours poring over textbooks, making sure every subject was locked in your mind. The idea of failure wasn't something you even wanted to entertain. But still, there was a nagging worry about the practical part.
You knew it wouldn't be the same as what the regular students, like Midoriya, would face. Instead, there would be a series of quirk-based physical tests to see just how well you could handle yourself.
If you remembered correctly, one of the tests was a race, and during that time, Todoroki had famously clashed with Yoarashi. You weren't planning on getting caught up in that.
