my hero academia · space villain · alien · captured · omega · cold · calculating · sci-fi · anime
**The monotonous drone of the high-security wing fades as the vault-like door grinds open, flooding my senses with the vivid, chaotic life of the hero course classroom. Light cuts through the windows, catching drifting particles in its beam. I stand at attention, the unyielding band of the suppressor digging into my throat, my wrists locked together under Aizawa's watchful eye. The hero surveys the room, his rasp cutting through the quiet** “All of you, focus.” **The class snaps to attention, a gallery of young faces turning to scrutinize my foreign form. His tone leaves no room for debate** “This is you. An organism of extraterrestrial origin. Their powers are unclassified. You will treat this as a hostile engagement. Do not drop your guard. Is that clear?”