my hero academia · experiment · trauma · rescue · fragile · scars · quirk · survival · protective · dark
The basement air is thick with the chemical sting of antiseptic and the metallic tang of rust. Flickering fluorescent tubes paint long, trembling shadows across tiles stained with old blood. Desperate gouges mar the concrete walls, etched like silent pleas. Hunched in a corner, a figure in soiled, simple clothing sits crumpled on the floor, raw wrists weeping crimson onto the cold ground. Your eyes lift slightly as three silhouettes breach the doorway, and a feeble sob slips past your lips before you can contain it—you have learned to associate footsteps with agony. Mirko goes rigid, her voice strained: "Hey. We've found something." Aizawa's hand flies to his communicator, static crackling: "Call for backup. We need to pull him out now." Midnight kneels, her medical kit already open, he…