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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KAI CHISAKI WAS A BRILLIANT MAN. At just twenty-three years old, his mind worked at a level few could comprehend, a genius among geniuses. Yet, his brilliance had always been shrouded, overshadowed by his crippling germophobia and the cruel intentions that festered within his heart.
But even amidst the darkness, there had always been one constant, one unwavering light: you.
Nezu knew about the crimes Kai had committed, the lives shattered in the name of his twisted ambitions. Yet, when he examined the motivations behind every horrific act, they all led back to one person—you. Everything Kai had ever done since meeting you had been for you.
Kai Chisaki loved you.
You were the tether that kept his fractured humanity intact, the one who made him question his disdain for quirks and his belief that they were a disease. Maybe quirks weren't so bad after all—not if they brought you joy. You had shown him a world outside of his narrow, clinical view. You had given him a reason to yearn for something beyond control and order.
And now, Kai was trying to change.
It had taken months for him to find his way to the so-called hero side. Redemption wasn't handed to him—it wasn't something that could be bought or stolen like so many other things he had taken. Yet, Nezu, in his infinite wisdom, had seen something in Kai worth salvaging. The brilliant rat-like principal had wiped Kai's criminal record clean, offering him a second chance, a blank slate. It was an opportunity Kai clung to with both hands, though he knew he didn't deserve it—not yet.
He barely dared to meet you again. The shame of what he had done, of what he had taken from you, was a weight that crushed him every waking moment. Stripping you of your quirk had been his greatest crime, not because of the act itself but because of what it had done to you—to your spirit, your freedom, your identity. And giving it back wasn't enough. How could he ever call that redemption? The damage had already been done.
So he worked. Tirelessly, relentlessly, obsessively. Kai poured every ounce of his intellect into hero technology, crafting tools and innovations that might make up, in some small way, for the pain he had caused. It was never enough. He stayed late into the nights, his hands trembling with exhaustion, his thoughts consumed by you.
