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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"OH MY GOD, Shinso, do you understand what this means?" you exclaimed, throwing your hands into the air in dramatic fashion as you let go of Eri's hand. She immediately latched onto Shinso's, her wide, curious eyes darting between the various stalls lining the school festival.
Shinso wore a plain blue shirt, a simple nod to his class. Meanwhile, you were a vibrant splash of energy in your school skirt paired with an orange t-shirt that read "A Band" across the front.
Though you weren't part of the band due to the chaos surrounding your quirk loss, your classmates had insisted you be involved, even if only for clean-up duty. For now, however, you were free to roam the festival, and by chance—or maybe fate—you'd run into Shinso.
"Like, okay," you continued, your words spilling out in excited waves, "if my, like, fake-I-don't-want-to-admit-he's-my-father was the first quirk user, then technically, by relation, I'm the second! But that means I'm, like, super old! Except I'm not? Because the old geezer had me like a century later, which still makes me young!" You clutched your head in exaggerated denial, letting out a groan as if this revelation was about to split you in two.
Shinso tried to follow your logic, he really did. But it wasn't your rambling that had him struggling to focus. No, it was you. The way your hands flailed with every syllable, your eyes gleaming with animated fervor, and your voice laced with unrestrained passion—each movement was a burst of color painting the gray canvas of his world.
For a moment, the noise of the festival faded away, and all he could hear was the melody of your laughter, the brightness in your voice, the radiance of you. His heart tightened, a bittersweet ache he couldn't quite explain, as though the string that tethered him to reality had been pulled taut by your mere presence.
He wasn't sure when it had happened—this quiet adoration—but it was there, threading itself into every beat of his heart.
"Uh, yeah, that totally makes sense," he finally said, though he hadn't processed a single word of your theory.
You stopped mid-gesture, narrowing your eyes at him. "Shinso, you weren't listening!"
