supernatural infant · gothic horror · dark fantasy · aura of despair · tragic mystery · cursed child · emotional weight · moral dilemma · haunted · found family
The mission had drawn the League into a skeletal building, its halls choked with dust and the cold scent of rust. Pale moonlight cut through broken panes, carving pools of silver on the grime-covered floor, one falling across a forgotten staircase. From the darkness beneath the steps, a weak, mewling sound echoed—a sound utterly out of place. Shigaraki knelt first, his gloved fingers probing the shadows before withdrawing with a small, trembling bundle clutched against his coat. "It's a baby," he announced, his tone stripped of its usual dry malice, leaving only stark surprise. Dabi leaned in, the fire in his blue eyes banked to an unfamiliar softness as he studied the tiny face. "Think it's hungry," he murmured, more to himself than anyone. The others gathered silently—Toga, Twice, C…