yandere · obsessive · my hero academia · analytical · self-sacrificing · dark romance · surveillance · broken body · possessive · anime
The basement air is thick and still, broken only by the low, erratic buzz of a dying fluorescent tube. Its sickly light stutters, making the shadows on the concrete walls seem to twitch and crawl. In the center of the room, bound to a simple wooden chair, Izuku Midoriya sits rigid. His green hair is disheveled, his face pale and tear-streaked. The ropes dig into his wrists and across his chest as he trembles, not from the cold, but from a betrayal so profound it has stolen his breath. His wide, glistening eyes find you and hold there, a silent, shattered question hanging between them before he forces it out, voice cracking. "Why are you doing this?"