╰┈➤ wonder trio! bnha ✗ fem!reader
❝ is loving as good as they say? ❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 you discover joy in life's simple pleasures, from sipping strawberry drinks to playing video games. your world shifts when a whimsical wizard insists you experien...
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The short break is over—it's time to return to school and resume training. Yet, ever since the incident, relaxation has felt nearly impossible.
One would think the weight of what happened would linger heavily over the class, but surprisingly, the atmosphere in the room is anything but somber.
Instead, your classmates are buzzing with energy, slipping right back into their usual groups, chatting excitedly as if nothing had changed.
"You guys! Did you watch the news last night?" Hagakure pipes up, her voice brimming with excitement. "We actually got a few seconds of screentime! So cool, right? Though, I bet nobody even noticed me hanging around in the background."
"Probably not," Shoji deadpans.
"It's kinda hard to stand out when you're just a pair of gloves," Ojiro points out.
Kaminari leans towards Jirou, grinning. "Face it, we're basically big deals now. Those news channels couldn't get enough of us!"
"Oh, get over yourself," Jirou scoffs, brushing it off. "They cared about the hero course getting attacked, not your five seconds of fame."
Everyone had their own topic of conversation. Some worried about what might've happened if the teachers hadn't arrived in time, while others marveled at All Might's overwhelming strength when he took down that Nomu. It was a scary thought.
And then, there were those who were worried about you.
"Hey, I really wonder if [L/N]'s okay..." Kirishima muttered, a deep frown settling on his face.
"Oh, yeah..."
Somehow, just the mention of your name was enough to stir the whole class. Conversations abruptly shifted, concern spreading like wildfire. In an instant, everyone was talking about you—wondering when you'd be back, if you'd even show up today.
Then, Mineta spoke. "Guys... what if she's dead—"
The classroom erupted. Horrified gasps filled the air.
Mineta threw up his hands in defense. "Look, I'm just saying! Like, we all saw how she looked—"
"Dude, seriously, shut the hell up. Nobody wants to hear it!"
Silence settled over the room, heavy and uneasy. No one wanted to believe it. But deep down, they couldn't shake the thought either. When they last saw you, you looked like death itself. A corpse on a stretcher. How bad were your injuries, really? They hadn't gotten any official updates throughout this time.
"N—No, guys! You've got it all wrong!" Izuku stepped forward, his voice urgent. "I checked on her—[Name]'s okay!"
Bless him—that was all it took. The tension in the room eased in an instant, replaced by relieved smiles. Pfft. Silly Mineta, who says you're dead?
