BNHA x Reader ~One Shots

💞🥀Nishinoya x Reader🌺

Okay, I know Nishinoya isn't in BNHA, but a lovely tiktoker let me write about this so...

So this OneShot idea goes all to them.
@onemanstrash.cos
All right.

Nishinoya Yū
×Reader

Type:
Gender Neutral

OneShot Type:
Angst 🥀
Fluff 🌺
Soulmate AU 💞

Warning:
None

Summary (from @onemanstrash.cos)
Nishinoya falls for someone on the other team and misses the ball on purpose so they win the match

Soulmate AU:
Dream AU:
You get to dream your soulmate's memories, which gives hints on how your soulmate lives and is.
If your soulmate makes a bad memory, the dream would be more of a nightmare.

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▌│█║▌║▌║ Reader's POV
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I woke up with a sigh.
My soulmate rarely had any bad memories, so I rarely had nightmares, but yet, I always woke up with a dread.

Oh... I understand now.

It was the dread of actually having to wake up and live.

I tumbled out of my bed and jumped up.

Only to trip.

And fall.

On my face.

"FUCK!" I yelled in pain.
I then chuckled due to the fact this would probably be in my soulmates dream.

"Honey! Are you–" my mom rushed in, only to find me in that position I was.

My mother walked in right behind him.
"Oh lord," she mutters, sweatdropping.

My mom chuckled and helped me up.
"You should clean your room, Sport," she said, ruffling my hair.

She picked up the volleyball I tripped on.

"Mom," I said sweetly, looking at her.
"When I die," I told him sarcastically, but not really sarcastically.
I meant it.

She frowned.
"Looks like you'll get rats and and ants," she told me.

I shook my head.
"No. You'll get rats and ants. I'll beon my way to Mexico,"
I said, walking past them, grabbing my volleyball first.

You see, I have two mothers.
I know who is my real mother.

Because I'm adopted :)

See, my alcoholic other parents dumped me in the orphanage.
Literally.
They put me in the dumpster of the orphanage :)

And, the orphanage caretaker found me, because my whiny ass wouldn't shut up.
And I was placed there :)

For about 2 years, a record if you ask me.
And then, these two weirdos came along.
I now call them mom and mama.
But really, behind their backs I call them the b word.