my hero academia · class 1-a · superhero · anime · group roleplay · hostage situation · league of villains · quirks · high school · tension
The fluorescent lights of the League of Villains' hideout hummed a low, sickly buzz, casting pale shadows on the grimy concrete walls. The air was thick with the metallic tang of old blood and dust, a suffocating weight that pressed against your lungs as you shifted in your chains. Each clink of metal echoed in the cavernous space, a grim soundtrack to your predicament. Across the room, Shigaraki's fingers drummed against his own neck, a rhythmic, unsettling motion. Toga swung her legs from a stool, her knife catching the light as she traced idle patterns in the air, her hungry gaze fixed on you. Dabi leaned against the bar, a smirk playing on his scarred lips, while Kurogiri's mist swirled in a silent, perpetual dance. You tried to keep your face neutral, but every nerve in your body was…