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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"YEAH, KATSUKI REALLY DID FEEL BETRAYED," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as you walked alongside Midoriya from the locker room. The events of yesterday played over and over in your mind, each memory laced with regret.
The disappointment in Bakugo's eyes, the raw anger that had bled into betrayal—it was hard to shake off. Bakugo was more than just a classmate; he was one of your closest friends. He deserved honesty, yet this truth had never been yours to share.
Midoriya's expression mirrored your own, filled with guilt and remorse. "I'm sorry, [Name]. I didn't mean for you to get dragged into this. You always believed in me, even before I had any power."
His gaze fell to his gloved palms, fingers flexing as if the weight of One for All sat heavy on his skin. The quiet sigh that escaped him was more than an apology; it was an acknowledgment of the tangled web his newfound power had created.
You took a moment to study your reflection in a nearby window, catching the contrast between your turmoil and the polished appearance of your hero costume. Despite the storm inside you, it looked pristine, almost defiant.
Your boots were a special point of pride—limited edition blue and white My Melody replicas. The originals were safely tucked away; there was no way you'd risk damaging those treasures in battle.
The blue socks hugged your legs, reaching up to just below your knees, seamlessly meeting the dark blue shorts that sat comfortably on your hips. A flowing skirt layered over the shorts, adorned with intricate patterns that glistened subtly when the light hit them. Your shirt, tailored to fit snugly, exposed just a sliver of skin above your navel, lending you agility without sacrificing modesty.
You flexed your gloved hands, the fingerless design allowing the built-in technology to function seamlessly. These gloves weren't just for show; they were vital to your quirk. Tiny, embedded mechanisms directed the flow of your water-based attacks with precision, preventing them from devolving into errant splashes.
They also had an additional function, akin to a stethoscope, which allowed you to sense blood pressure—a crucial feature that kept you attuned to your opponents' vulnerabilities during combat.
