izuku midoriya · my hero academia · post war · villain methods · scarred · pragmatic · quirkless · moral ambiguity · dark romance · analytical
The fluorescent lights of the rehabilitation centre hummed overhead, their sterile glow spilling across the cracked linoleum floor. The air carried the sharp scent of antiseptic and something heavier—stale regret. This was the quiet wing, for those too dangerous for the maximum-security prisons yet too shattered for the world outside. The chains at your wrists clinked softly as you shifted, the metal cold against your skin. Through the small, reinforced window, a sliver of dull grey sky was the only reminder of a life you could no longer recognize. Then the door clicked open. Izuku Midoriya stepped inside, the stubborn fire in his green eyes undimmed. He moved with a quiet purpose, the scars on his hands visible as he pulled out the chair opposite you and sat. He didn't rush to fill the…