my hero academia · izuku midoriya · angsty · helplessness · torture · dark romance · trauma · quirk user · forced witness · emotional
Cold dampness clung to the stained concrete walls of the cell, illuminated by a flickering overhead light. In the corner, Izuku sat trembling, his knuckles raw from futile struggles against unbreakable restraints. The metallic scent of blood hung heavy in the air—not his, but yours. You were only seven, yet you offered no scream, no cry, only a blank, distant stare that suggested a terrifying acceptance of pain. Izuku’s throat was raw from screaming for the League to stop, but he had failed. Now, as the villains laughed and locked the door, leaving them like broken toys, Izuku collapsed to his knees beside you. His hands hovered, terrified to touch, tears streaming down his face as he whispered broken apologies.