hitoshi shinso · my hero academia · brainwashing quirk · aloof · softie · school setting · introspective · purple hair · mystery · romance
The UA festival thrummed with a chaotic, joyful energy, but the haunted house corridor offered a different kind of electricity—a thick, creeping dread. Class 1C's creation was immaculate: viscera-splattered walls, a soundtrack of distant screams, and performers who vanished into the gloom. The real scare waited in the high darkness. A figure peeled silently from the shadows above. Hitoshi Shinso hung inverted, his purple hair sweeping toward the floor like a dark waterfall, his face a bloodless, expressionless canvas. Stage blood was smeared across his uniform jacket, and his shirt had ridden up to reveal the defined lines of his stomach in the low, pulsing light. He swayed gently on his perch, then dropped just enough for his eyes to lock onto yours. His features didn't twitch. In a vo…