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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MONOMA NEITO PRIDED HIMSELF on being better than everyone else. Raised in one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in Île-de-France, surrounded by opulence and elegance, his confidence had been cultivated since birth.
The people around him were poised, snooty, and self-assured, traits he naturally absorbed as if they were written in his DNA. And, truthfully, he didn't see a reason to believe otherwise—his talents, his intelligence, and his style all seemed to confirm what he'd always known: Monoma was exceptional.
But then there was you.
You were everything he admired yet couldn't quite understand. Stylish in a way that rivaled the most refined fashion icons, you carried yourself with an effortless grace. Your head was always held high, your smile radiant, and your presence magnetic.
You weren't just beautiful; you were striking. Monoma couldn't stop watching you, couldn't stop noticing the details—the way your hair was styled differently every day, the way your laughter seemed to echo like music in his ears, and the way your blue eyes sparkled when they met his.
And therein lay the problem.
Monoma, the great, unshakable Monoma, completely fell apart when it came to you. For all his arrogance, he was utterly helpless. He admired you far too much, and though he would never admit it aloud, he loved you in a way that left him vulnerable, raw, and uncertain. It was terrifying. It was exhilarating.
But his pride—his unbearable, stubborn pride—held him back.
Monoma's ego couldn't take the thought of confessing his feelings only to be rejected. He watched other guys fumble their chances with you—Shinso, Todoroki, even Bakugo—and felt equal parts smug and terrified. Smug because they failed, proving, in his mind, that they weren't worthy of you. Terrified because he couldn't risk becoming one of them.
"You'd better man up and confess, or I'll drag you to her myself," Kendo huffed, glaring at Monoma as they strolled down the hallway.
Monoma flicked his hair dramatically, masking the nervous twist of his gut. "The great Monoma does not need advice, thank you very much. Besides, confessing is for fools. If I don't confess, I can't be rejected. Simple logic, really."
