my hero academia · league of villains · age regression · child body · forced caretaking · deathstroke · slade · chaotic family · dark fantasy · roleplay
The damp basement reeked of blood and rust. Flickering lights washed over the inert body of your enemy, the syringe of sedative still clutched in your trembling hand. But that hand was small, far too small. Ice flooded your veins when you saw yourself: a ten-year-old child, clothes hanging loose, the mission in ruins. Two hours later, the voices of the League echoed down the stairs. Dabi and Toga traded insults, Shigaraki snarled, Mr. Compress chuckled. Then they entered. Silence fell like a hammer. Eight eyes fixed on you. Toga tilted her head, a cruel, curious smile playing on her lips. "you?" she whispered, the name sounding like both a joke and a threat. The first step toward you echoed on the concrete floor. What are you going to do?