╰┈➤ wonder trio! bnha ✗ fem!reader
❝ is loving as good as they say? ❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 you discover joy in life's simple pleasures, from sipping strawberry drinks to playing video games. your world shifts when a whimsical wizard insists you experien...
When you made your way to the girl's locker room, you weren't sure what to expect of how your costume was gonna turn out. As long as it was durable enough, you could live with that. It's hard to pay for U.A's tuition if your hero costume was bound to get ripped into pieces after just a couple rough battles.
The briefcase clicked open, and your eyes widened as you took in the contents.
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For a moment, the sheer intricacy of your hero costume left you speechless. The polished metallic sheen of the armor pieces glinted under the fluorescent lights, each segment meticulously crafted to fit your form.
Your hands hovered over the pieces, unsure where to even begin. A sleek, fitted bodysuit sat at the bottom, made from a durable yet flexible material that would allow you full mobility in battle. Over it, the armor plates would attach seamlessly—at least, that's what the diagram on the inside of the briefcase lid seemed to indicate.
And then there was the half-cape. Flowing crimson fabric attached to the back of the armor with golden clasps. The support company added a note that the attire is made to be worn for winter season, but to commemorate the great efforts of their craft, you want to wear it just this time.
It was breathtaking, sure, but the costume looked like it weighed a ton. The pauldrons, gauntlets, and boots were equally impressive, designed to look like pieces of a knight's armor but with a sleek, modern twist that screamed functionality.
But damn, the sheer complexity of the outfit was intimidating.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," you muttered, holding up what looked like a dozen straps, buckles, and layers of fabric and trying to figure out what part of your body they were supposed to go on. A sigh escaped you as you sat down on the bench, pieces of your costume spilling over your lap.
Then, a voice called out, and you glanced over to see one of your classmates peeking over the lockers. The one with the grapes for hair in particular. "I COULD HELP YOU PUT IT ON—"
The teasing tone made your cheeks flush and he wasn't even hiding the fact that he was a pervert. Before he could finish, the locker room erupted into chaos. The invisible girl, Toru Hagakure, let out a high-pitched scream, flailing her invisible arms. "KYAA! Someone get him out!"
You winced at the sheer volume of her voice, your frustration mounting. The irony of her reaction wasn't lost on you—she's literally transparent as day. Did she even remember that most of what Mineta could see was just floating gym socks and gloves?
"You little creep! Get lost!"
"Oh, come on! It was just a joke!" Mineta protested, his smug grin quickly turning into panic as Tsuyu Asui hopped forward, her long tongue flicking out like a whip.
