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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"THAT IS ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS!" All Might's voice thundered across the UA meeting room, but it quickly cracked into a series of hoarse coughs. His withered frame trembled as he clenched the edge of the table for support, frustration simmering in his sunken eyes.
Around the room, the assembled teachers exchanged glances, their expressions painted with concern. Present were Nezu, Midnight, Vlad King, Madam President, and Tsukauchi, who stood stiffly in his immaculate suit.
Madam President sighed, her fingers drumming on the mahogany table. "It is not as absurd as you think, All Might. Consider this—Shigaraki specifically targeted you and [Name]. According to our intelligence, despite everything, he handled her with an almost eerie gentleness."
"Yeah, because breaking her ribs is what we now call delicate," Midnight drawled, sarcasm lacing her voice as she leaned back, one hand propped against her cheek.
All Might's fists slammed onto the table, making a loud thud. His gaunt hands quivered with barely restrained rage. "SO YOUR THEORY IS THAT SHE'S WORKING WITH THEM? HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?"
Nezu raised a paw, urging calm. His dark eyes glistened with quiet calculation. "Madam President, with all due respect, [Name] has demonstrated her loyalty repeatedly. She has saved lives, risked herself time and again. And she has been under Aizawa Shota's constant surveillance; the possibility of covert communication is extremely slim."
Tsukauchi cleared his throat, shifting the tension in the room momentarily. "Regardless, our records show no real identity for Shigaraki. He is a ghost, an enigma with the emotional maturity of a child."
"A child with the power to dismantle society," Vlad King muttered, brows knitted as he leaned forward, hands clasped tightly.
Nezu's small frame relaxed, his voice softer. "Perhaps he's searching for a bond, a connection he has lacked. If he found someone to rely on, to tether him... the course of his path might shift."
The Madam President's eyes rolled, a subtle but dismissive gesture. "Nevertheless, as long as [Name] remains here, UA is the best surveillance we could hope for," she said with an edge of reluctance, tugging at the lapels of her tailored suit.
