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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"When are you going to ask her out?" Aizawa's voice was as flat as ever, but the words made Hitoshi Shinso feel as though the ground had just been yanked out from under him. Standing stiffly in front of his mentor, he fought the urge to fidget, his usually cool demeanor rapidly crumbling.
"I—uh—what?" Shinso stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. His violet eyes darted nervously between Aizawa's unreadable expression and the floor.
It wasn't often Shinso felt fear like this—he had faced villains, grueling training, and even Bakugo's verbal assaults without breaking a sweat. But this? This was different. This was Aizawa. Not just his mentor, but also the father of the girl Shinso loved.
Aizawa rubbed his temples with a sigh, as though the situation was already giving him a headache. "You heard me. When are you going to ask her out?"
Shinso's mouth opened, then closed like a fish gasping for air. Was this a trap? His brain scrambled for an answer, but nothing coherent came to mind. "Sensei... are you actually asking me to date your daughter?"
"As much as it pains me to say this," Aizawa began, his eyes narrowing slightly, "if I don't give her my blessing, she's going to do it anyway. She's stubborn, rebellious, and—" He sighed heavily, as though the mere thought was exhausting. "Honestly, I wouldn't put it past her to elope just to prove a point."
Shinso blinked, stunned. This wasn't exactly the conversation he had expected to have today. "And... you're choosing me?"
"I know about your crush on her," Aizawa deadpanned, and Shinso felt his soul leave his body.
How does he know?! Panic set in, but before Shinso could overthink it, the sound of small, shuffling footsteps caught his attention.
"Sorry, Mister!" chirped a tiny voice. Eri waddled into the room, clutching a bag of marshmallows. She beamed up at Aizawa as she plopped herself onto his lap. "Chichi gave me a really good bargain for these!"
Shinso's eyes widened in realization. Eri. The little informant had sold him out. He gave her the occasional marshmallow, sure, but he never thought she'd trade his secrets for sugar.
