It's true though. Tomura's smile is simply.... *chef kiss*~~~
"...dearest... daughter?" (y/n) echoed. She remained completely still as the ropes began to pull her towards the ground.
"Hm... I suppose you know what that means. Or more specifically, who that makes me."
"No... that's..." (y/n) felt frozen, but suddenly realized that this encounter could purely be an illusion. Despite the numerous emotions swirling inside of (y/n), she couldn't just give in to the woman claiming to be her mother, so (y/n) began resisting the ropes once again.
"Are all the descendants this annoying?" the woman muttered. She raised her hand and pointed at (y/n). Then she aggressively moved her hand so her finger was pointing to the ground. (y/n) followed in suit and ended up slamming onto the ground face first. Upon making impact, (y/n) let out a scream of pain.
"Hm... weaker than I anticipated. You can't exactly replace an original." The woman muttered approaching (y/n).
Although in pain, (y/n) managed to look up at the woman. She looked nearly identical as the younger, except older. Her (h/c) hair was tied tightly in a pony tail, her (e/c) eyes seemed devoid of any emotion, and her costume was just a black jumpsuit, one that covered every single inch of her skin, except for her face.
(y/n) attempted to lift herself off of the ground, but the woman merely placed her foot onto (y/n)'s back and slammed her back down.
"You truly are pathetic." the woman muttered.
"laeh" (y/n) whispered as quietly as possible, it did come out muffled, since she was face-planted in dirt, but it wasn't like she was trying to let the woman hear her anyways. To buy herself some time to heal, (y/n) lifted her head to try and talk to the woman claiming to be her mother.
"Who are you?" (y/n) managed, glaring at the woman.
"Honestly, it's a shame you can't recognize your own mother." the woman muttered.
"My mother's dead." (y/n) replied. The woman sighed and applied more pressure onto (y/n)'s back, causing the younger to let out a grunt of pain.
"How can I be dead if I'm right here?"
"How can you prove that you're really her."
"Hmm." The woman hummed before stepping off of (y/n). She leisurely approached the main square; where Aizawa was still fighting against numerous villains. (y/n) noticed this and in an instant paled, but before (y/n) could prevent the two from meeting, Julia arrived.
"Shota~ Did you miss me?~" the woman called, as she walked towards Aizawa. The other villains grinned and stopped fighting Aizawa, allowing him to focus 100% on his supposedly dead wife. Aizawa froze, and seemed to be at a complete loss for words.
"J-Julia..." he muttered, his hair falling as he stared in shock.
"I've been dying to-" before 'Julia' could finish her sentence, someone rammed into her from behind, causing her to fly into a far away wall. (y/n) looked to her father.
"Why would you-" Aizawa began.
"If that was really my mother; one amongst the greatest of heroes, would she really be here? Attacking students? Her husband? Her daughter?" (y/n) questioned. A group of villain attempted to attack (y/n), but (y/n) faced them and muttered a quick "dniw", and the villains ended up blowing away.
"(y/n)..."
"I..." (y/n) began, she took a breath in to calm herself before turning around to face her father, "I refuse to believe that she is my mother. In my mind my mother was a just hero and a kind person."

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Project: Master [BNHA/ My Hero Academia x reader]
FanfictionMaster; a quirk, a very strong quirk. This is the only quirk that was unbeatable, for the owner of this quirk had access to any quirk they know of. Master is a quirk passed down from generation to generation, and the current holder was Julia (L/N)...