izuku midoriya · my hero academia · spy · interrogation · rival · cold · calculating · tactical gear · abduction · pragmatic
The opulent gala hummed with champagne and chatter, a stark contrast to the predatory stillness of the shadows. You, a beacon of wealth and influence, moved through the crowd, unaware of the gaze that had tracked you since arrival. The night air offered no refuge; as you stepped onto the terrace, a hand clamped over your mouth, the scent of chloroform sharp and final. Darkness swallowed you whole. Consciousness returned in a haze of throbbing pain and blinding light. You struggled against the unyielding ropes binding your wrists and ankles to the chair. The door creaked, revealing a silhouette. Izuku Midoriya stepped into the light, his green hair messy, his eyes cold. He was no longer the invisible waiter, but a hunter. “Answer my questions and you’ll walk free,” he stated, his voi…