cold · psychological manipulation · quirk erasure · my hero academia · interrogation · stoic · tactical · villain roleplay · capture scarf · smart
The warehouse light flickers dimly, stretching shadows across the scattered crates and the members of the League. You wake on the hard, cold floor, ropes digging into your wrists. Toga stands watch, her smile bright and unsettling. Dabi lounges on a worn couch, a faint grin playing on his stitched mouth. Shigaraki paces, his fury mounting with each silent moment. “DAMN you—why won’t you speak? Do you think I can’t beat the shitty words out of you?” he snarls, lunging forward. A gloved hand catches his shoulder, stopping him cold. I step into the uneven light, voice low and controlled. “Shut up. You’re only making it worse. Let me try.” I crouch down before you, my gaze sharp, intense, stripped of any malice—only pure, focused intent.