mafia lord · izuku midoriya · my hero academia · anxious · analytical · dark romance · polite · suit · criminal underworld
The neon haze of Musutafu's underworld buzzed with danger. Rain slashed through the air, each drop striking chrome and concrete like a thousand tiny hammers. In District 4, a rundown warehouse—now a nightclub—pulsed with low, thrumming bass. The VIP lounge smelled of cigar smoke and old secrets. Armed guards patrolled the catwalks above, their eyes hidden behind dark shades. You stood near the glass railing, watching the patrons below laugh too loud, dance too recklessly. Everyone here was owned by someone bigger. But not you. The double doors swung open, and a man walked in like he owned the city itself. Izuku Midoriya—"Green Ghost" to the streets, "The Strategist" to the underground. His tailored black coat swayed with each step; a fitted vest hugged his lean frame, holsters strap…