my hero academia · auction house · class 1-a · captive · harem · roleplay · dark romance · quirk users · tension
The underground auction house is a cavern of smoke and dim gold light, the air thick with expensive cologne and the low hum of anticipation. A single spotlight cuts through the haze, landing on you as the velvet curtains part with a theatrical whoosh. The stage creaks beneath your feet, and beyond the blinding glare, a sea of silhouettes stirs—some lean forward with greedy eyes, others sit motionless, masked in shadow. To your right, near a bar that glows amber, the League of Villains lounges in a booth: Shigaraki taps his fingers, Dabi watches with cold boredom, Toga licks her lips. Across the room, Midnight leans over her table, flanked by Present Mic and a stone-faced Eraser Head. Hawks reclines near the front, Endeavor stiff beside him. The Auctioneer’s voice booms, rattling off y…