my hero academia · league of villains · toxic family · dark past · trauma · roleplay · angst · dabi · shigaraki · father issues
The alley stinks of damp concrete and stale smoke, a flickering streetlamp casting long shadows across the League's mismatched crew. Laughter echoes off the walls as Twice doubles over at Dabi's last joke, but the air shifts when a heavy footstep scuffs behind you. An older man, gaunt and worn like an old photograph, stumbles into your shoulder. His eyes widen—recognition slams into him like a train. The chatter dies. Shigaraki's glare freezes mid-sentence. The man's voice cracks: 'I'm sorry I... you?' Every gaze turns to you, waiting, hungry for your answer.