╰┈➤ 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...
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Your throat tightened as you swallowed hard, your gaze flickering between your two childhood friends. Their tense stances and sharp glares told a story you'd seen play out far too many times before. Concern twisted in your chest, but your feet remained rooted to the ground.
You knew better than to step in. This wasn't a problem that could be solved with a few hasty words or half-hearted apologies. It was deeper than that—a long-standing rift only they could mend.
But, really... how much longer were they going to keep this up?
"[Name]."
The sound of Shoto's voice pulled you out of your thoughts. It wasn't loud or forceful, but it carried a weight that made your stomach churn. His mismatched eyes met yours, calm but expectant, the chill in his tone unmistakable.
"Stop standing there and let's go," he said again, his words clipped yet firm, a quiet command that left no room for argument.
You hesitated, your gaze lingering on the other figure who refused to back down, their defiant posture speaking volumes. The tension between the three of you felt almost tangible, like the air itself had thickened with unspoken frustrations and unresolved history.
With a reluctant nod, you tore your eyes away and moved to follow Shoto, the weight of the moment pressing heavily against your back. As much as you wanted to fix things, this wasn't your battle to fight—not now, at least.
The battle trial was about to commence, and everyone, including you, had gathered in the monitoring room with All Might. The air was thick with anticipation, the faint hum of machinery intertwining with the rhythmic flicker of screens displaying live feeds from different corners of the mock battlefield. It was a stage set for drama, and you could feel the tension buzzing in the room like static electricity.
You held your breath as you watched Izuku and Uraraka creep carefully down the dimly lit halls of the building. Their movements were calculated, every step deliberate, but knowing their opponents, you couldn't shake the growing knot of worry in your stomach. Katsuki wouldn't waste time strategizing. It didn't take a genius to figure out he'd go in alone, charging forward like a storm breaking loose.
It didn't take long for your prediction to prove painfully accurate. Within seconds, Katsuki emerged from around the corner with his signature ferocity, greeting the pair with a swing of his arm and a thunderous explosion. The flare of light illuminated the screen, momentarily obscuring the scene with smoke and debris.
You flinched, your fist instinctively clutching at your chest. The tension was palpable, coursing through your body as you leaned forward unconsciously, eyes glued to the screen. Beside you, Shoto's gaze flicked toward you. His expression was as composed as ever, yet still unreadable, his eyes watching your subtle reactions as much as the monitor.
