Rising Star (BNHA Various x Reader)

𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Third person p.o.v.

In the stillness of the hospital room, the tension reached a palpable crescendo. The figure, now concealed beneath the blankets, barely dared to breathe, every fiber of their being attuned to the sounds outside the room. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor became a metronome for the moment, ticking away the seconds as the approaching footsteps grew nearer.

The door handle rattled slightly, and the door creaked open with a soft push, allowing a sliver of light to spill into the room. A nurse entered, her steps light and deliberate, her presence professional yet gentle. She approached the bed, focused on the patient's chart, unaware of the hidden figure mere inches away.

The nurse hummed quietly to herself as she checked the readings on the various monitors, her routine efficient yet careful. She adjusted the IV drip and smoothed the blankets over the patient, her movements tender and reassuring. The concealed figure beneath the covers remained motionless, their heartbeat thudding in their ears, synchronizing with the relentless beeping of the machines.

After what felt like an eternity, the nurse stepped back, satisfied with her checks. She took a last glance at the sleeping patient, her gaze softening in quiet sympathy. Then, with a final, gentle touch to the bed's side rail, she turned and left the room, closing the door behind her with a muted click.

Moments later, the unexpected happened. The h/c girl, who had been in a deep, comatose state, stirred awake. The concealed figure was nowhere to be seen, and instead, the patient was now sitting up in bed, her fingers deftly braiding the hair of a little girl who had somehow slipped into the room unnoticed. The small visitor had inadvertently roused Y/N by accidentally bumping her elbow against the girl's side, causing her to squirm awake.

When she woke up, she was met with the wide, curious eyes of a child staring back at her, jolting her awake with a start. The surprise didn't end there; as she took in her surroundings, a wave of confusion washed over her. A hospital room? Her mind raced, attempting to piece together why she was there.

She glanced down at the IVs connected to her, a sense of unease settling in. How long had she been here? The sterile scent of the room and the rhythmic beeping of the machines offered no answers, only deepening the mystery of her situation leading her to the situation she was in now.

But her eyes widened in shock as recognition set in, the pieces of her memory falling into place. She remembered being with Lemillion, the warmth of his encouraging smile, and the intense gaze of Sir Nighteye. The last thing she recalled was Sir Nighteye's determined expression before everything went dark. And now, here she was, staring up at the familiar face of the child who had been at the center of it all.

"You've got gorgeous hair, Eri," Y/N murmured, her voice soft yet warm as she carefully wove the strands together. Eri, dressed in a hospital gown like the older girl, nodded shyly, her small hands fiddling nervously with the horn on her forehead. "Thank you," She whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with sincerity.

Although the h/c girl was still in shock that the first person she saw when she was up was Eri, she knew that speaking to her in a stern voice would only frighten the child, making it unlikely for her to get the answers she needed.

"May I ask how you got in?" The h/c girl inquired softly, her voice gentle as she clicked a button on the remote to draw the curtains open, letting in the morning light. Without pausing, she continued braiding the smaller girl's hair, her fingers working with practiced ease.

"Uhh," The child mumbled, fiddling with her fingers nervously before hesitantly pointing at the now fully closed door. The action seemed to carry a mix of shame and apprehension.