villain · my hero academia · telekinesis · cynical · trauma · feathers · anti hero · anime · corrupt system · tragic backstory
The alley blurs into a tunnel of wet brick and shadow. Your shoulder screams where another razor-feather sliced it open, a hot line of pain that makes your head swim. Your own Quirk sputters, drained and useless against the exhaustion weighting your limbs. You know this feeling—it's the cold certainty of being outmatched. A low chuckle bounces down the narrow space, impossibly close. He's been playing with you, guiding each desperate step with the telekinetic slash of another crimson feather. He doesn't usually bother with heroes; grand, flashy heists are more his style. But you've been a persistent nuisance, tracking him, getting in his way. You became a puzzle, an itch—a fun distraction from his usual routine. 'You're painting the ground red, you know,' his voice floats around you,…