━ ❝ 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘? 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘? ❞ ᝰ in which a girl wakes up in a completely different universe and has to win the game to return home .ᐟ ( bnha fem!reader insert ) boku no hero academia belongs to kohei horokoshi plot belongs to @/-zenxtsu s t a t u s : on hold !

Shigaraki doesn't get it. That's fine. I watch the way his fingers twitch, the way his grin falters, the way confusion slowly replaces his arrogance. He thought he was the mastermind. He thought getting All Might was the pinnacle of this war. But he doesn't see it yet. Not the bigger picture. Not my game. Kurogiri is silent. He knows better. He always does. Shigaraki's voice cracks just a little. "What the hell did you do?" "Nothing much..... nothing much....." He shakes it off and I laugh it off.... Can't say class 1A can do this much. A/N: This is a mha fanstory hope you enjoy! Please also feel free to correct my bad writing. Rights on the pictures go to the artist. I do not own mha, rights to the owner.

de·cay (n.)the state or process of rotting or decomposition "𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘐'𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵." ⋆｡˚ ❀ •°. 𝗬/𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘄𝘀. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝟱 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀. 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝟭-𝗔. gender neutral reader 08.16.21 - 06.17.21 ©Kohei Horikoshi ©-CRASHINGTHEMODE

When he was 14, Touya Todoroki burned to death at Sekoto Peak. Three years later, he woke up in a strange facility with one goal in mind - to get home. But when he finally escapes and makes it back to the Todoroki Estate, he walks into a nightmare he's all too familiar with. One look at the terror written all over his baby brother's face and he knows - he has to save him. Even if it kills him. Or: what would happen if Dabi's reason to live wasn't to get revenge against his father, but to save his brother's future instead? **Crossposted on Ao3**

(y/n) (l/n) is the adoptive daughter of an over powered quirkless 31 year old human, Saitama. She always looked up to her father, saving the world while hiding behind the shadows. She was like Saitama and Genos, quirkless. But she wanted to be like them, strong. "Papa! I want to be like you~" "Ok then, lets start with 100 Pushups, 100 Sit Ups, 100 Squats and a 10KM Ru---" "Sensei, I think we should do the basics first---" ✅ 𝔽𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕤 ✅ ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖 ✅ 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨 ✅ 𝕌𝕟𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 (𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤) ✅ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣 Edit: When I say some scenes follow the show and unsure time line (depends) it means it's because I'm adjusting OPM inside the MHA universe, so if you see relationships established sooner it's to make way for the other characters. 🅒🅣🅣🅞 ┃ ⓐⓡⓣⓦⓞⓡⓚ

For eight years, her life has been anything but her own. Trapped in the brothel that molded her into its perfect weapon, she was taught to survive by playing roles: the seductress, the charmer, the obedient girl. Her quirk-a gift she never asked for-turned her into a commodity, her allure both her greatest curse and her only tool for survival. But everything changes when a hero walks through her door. What begins as an escape from one prison leads to another challenge: learning to trust, to live, and to fight for something more. Enrolled in U.A.'s hero course, surrounded by those who see the world in black and white, she must reconcile her dark past with the possibility of a brighter future. Will she prove that she's more than the sum of her scars, or will the weight of her past pull her under? # Content Warnings: This story contains heavy themes, including: • Trauma and PTSD • Sexual violence, exploitation and abuse • Emotional manipulation and power imbalances • Discussions of self-worth, self-harm, eating disorders, and recovery • Violence and physical harm Please read with care and take breaks as needed ♡ This story does NOT include chapter warnings-i will not write on each chapter if it includes anything listed above, as i feel like it spoils the chapter. Take that as you may. This is a story of resilience and healing, but it does not shy away from the darkness that shapes y/n.

(BNHA X DAZAI!READER) Her first memory was not the comfort of a name or the clarity of her own reflection, but the gnawing hunger that screams louder than thought. Fingers brush against her pale skin-not with affection, but with hesitation, as if touching something fragile, something that might shatter or bite. Heavy with the scent of iron and decay. Her form is unfamiliar, grotesque and strange, with too many thoughts, too many hungers. The world around her buzzes with life she cannot fully understand-bright, chaotic, and painfully alive. A group of strangers stare at her, their faces frozen in fear, pity, or awe. A young woman whispers, "She was human once, wasn't she?" She was human. They grasp your finger, and you take, and take-until there was nothing left. #1 suicidalreader 27/01/2025 #1 todorokireader 27/01/2025 #1 dazaireader 27/01/2025

BNHA X Female! Gojo Satoru Gojo's first memory is not the warmth of her mother's embrace or the safety of her father's arms, but the cold touch of fingers brushing against her delicate eyelashes-caressing, not with love, but with reverence and trepidation. She wonders what it feels like to know a mother's warmth, rather than the fleeting chill that clings to her like frost. With her birth, there had been no celebration-only a quiet urgency. Then, years after, she takes another first breath. This time, the world around her is unfamiliar-loud, chaotic, and filled with vibrant colors and strange abilities. The sterile scent of a hospital fills her lungs as her eyes open again to a new reality. Her mother's tears stain her cheeks, her father hesitates, unsure whether to cradle her or leave her untouched. She is no longer the revered heir of a distant clan but a child born into a world where quirks define identity and strength takes many forms. (Or, Gojo Satoru as she awakens in an alternate universe, a stranger in a world shaped by quirks and capes-shifting the balance of the universe.)

BNHA X READER They called her cursed. Born quirkless in a world defined by power, she was nothing more than an afterthought-a forgotten shadow, a blemish on the pristine facade of a perfect society. But when death reached out to claim her, carried by sharp tongues and cruel hands, something ancient stirred in the void of her despair. It offered her a choice-or perhaps a curse-the weight of the world and the power to judge humanity as a whole. Now, in a world that worships quirks, she exists as something far beyond their comprehension. She doesn't see humanity in black or white, only the crimson stains of guilt and the heavy toll of consequence. Some beg for her forgiveness. Others plead for her destruction. She prays for nothing-because even the dead must pay their dues. "Call it justice, call it vengeance, call it the poetry of suffering. In the end, it all tastes the same."

Sanemi Shinazugawa x Reader x MHA Death had always occurred between lifetimes and lifetimes, threading beneath the lines of your fingerprints, entangling itself with the cold air that you exhaled in the loneliness of the Taisho era. Between the mist, battling the wind, and finally, when you're beneath the beast, --You had finally found what it meant to love the storm that called itself the wind. "I'll find you, in this life, the next, and in the next until the cycle of reincarnation finally gives us the mercy to be lovers again." In your arms that had faced monstrosity, you find yourself entangled with the scarred limbs of a man who had gazed upon you as if you were the sun itself. Love, in it's most poetic form had managed to subside the hatred that grew in his chest and had managed to bloom love in him in the gentlest form that could've ever existed. And to you, that is enough. May love find you again, and may it be gone with the wind.