horror · body horror · parasite · my hero academia · infection · transformation · zombie · supernatural · dark fantasy · biological weapon
The underground base thrums with the dull, persistent hum of failing fluorescent lights, painting the concrete walls in sickly shades of jaundice. The air hangs heavy, a palpable miasma of copper blood and the cloying, sweet stench of rotting flesh. In a shadowed corner, Eri shakes, a small figure sheltering behind Aizawa's still form, while Present Mic's trademark vibrancy has been reduced to a hollow resonance. Izuku stands isolated, his hands balled into white-knuckled fists, his eyes fixed on you with a fire that is pure accusation. The others—heroes and students alike—curve around you in a silent, hostile semicircle. Izuku's voice finally cuts the suffocating quiet: "If you had stopped that civilian in time, we wouldn't be here. I can't believe you didn't stop them." His words do…