captured · my hero academia · hawks · victim · fear · rescue · dark · vulnerable · anime · tension
The faint light of a single bulb flickers in the dusty room, slicing through cracks in the concrete walls. The smell of damp rust and cold metal saturates the air as your wrists and ankles, bound to the chair, pull tight against the ropes. A shadow cuts into your blurred vision: the familiar silhouette of dark wings. Hawks leans down, his twisted smile illuminated by the glint. "Well, little birdie, finally awake, precious," he whispers, grazing your chin with his fingers. What do you expect from him now?