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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THE FAINT SCENT OF LAVENDAR wafting from a candle made your dorm room the picture of serenity. You were nestled in your bed, legs crossed, wearing your favorite camisole combo and a pair of fluffy socks. Your Kuromi hair clips pinned back both sides of your hair, leaving you free to dive into the latest mystery novel in peace. Life was good.
That was until an insistent tapping at your window shattered your tranquility.
You sighed, rolling your eyes, already anticipating the culprit. "Touya's in prison, so... let me guess," you muttered, tossing your book aside. With a reluctant groan, you swung open the window, and there he was: Hawks, the ever-charismatic winged hero, grinning like he'd just won the lottery.
"Keigo-senpai," you greeted dryly, tilting your head in mock exasperation.
Before you could react, his gloved hand darted out to pinch your nose playfully. "Hey there, princess," he teased, his voice oozing mischief.
You stepped aside with a huff, waving him in. "Come on, then. Make yourself at home—like you don't already," you muttered, watching as he climbed through the window with practiced ease, shaking a few feathers loose as he landed.
Hawks perched himself on the edge of your bed, his posture so relaxed it was as if he owned the place. His golden eyes roved over the room, eventually landing on you, his trademark smirk softening into something more amused. "Aren't those the same clips I got you?" he asked, motioning to your Kuromi accessories.
"Yes," you replied, twirling a strand of your hair for emphasis. "They're cute."
You laughed softly, but when you glanced back at him, you caught his gaze lingering on you. Not on your face—his eyes trailed down, from your cheeks to your throat, and then lower to the dip of your neckline.
Without hesitation, you grabbed the nearest plushie and launched it at his face.
It hit him square on the nose, and Hawks recoiled dramatically, clutching his chest like you'd just pierced his heart. "Oof, direct hit! I think you got me," he gasped, but the grin breaking through betrayed his amusement.
