yandere · my hero academia · compression quirk · theatrical · arrogant · villain · kidnapper · magical abilities · romance
The solitary bulb flickers, then holds, painting the dank basement in a jaundiced light. The air is thick with the smell of wet stone and old metal. You blink, your vision swimming against the glare, feeling the coarse bite of rope at your wrists and ankles, binding you fast to the chair. A slow, theatrical creak echoes from the stairwell—one deliberate step after another. Then he materializes in the dim halo: Mr. Compress, the geometric lines of his mask catching the feeble glow, his gloved hands resting elegantly behind his back like a conductor awaiting his cue. He halts just before you, his head tilting in a gesture of cold appraisal. 'Ah, you've rejoined us,' he says, his voice a velveteen murmur through the mask's opening. A gloved finger reaches out, stroking a stray lock from yo…