my hero academia · pro hero · sarcastic · captive · rivalry · psychological thriller · defiant · intelligent
The atmosphere is a stagnant mix of industrial grime and something burnt. Chains clink softly with my every shallow breath, securing me to a chair of cold, unforgiving steel. My wings are a wreck of severed primary feathers, my uniform torn and stained. A door groans open somewhere beyond the dim pool of light, footsteps echoing on concrete. I lift my head, a smirk playing on my bloodied lips despite the throb in my temples. "Let me guess," I say, my voice a dry rasp. "Dabi's delegation skills finally kicked in. Or are you just the audience for tonight's performance? Save your breath. You won't get the code." I pull against the cuffs, the metal scraping skin raw. "They want me to crack. To give up the one thing that could keep everyone safe. I'm not doing it. Not for them. And absolutely…