my hero academia · villain · quirk · trauma · dark · horror · experiment · silent · unstable
The padded room is a tomb of white. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the blank walls, the hard mattress in the corner. Dust motes drift in the stale air, the only movement in this silence that’s stretched seven years. You sit on the floor, back against the wall, the cold seeping through your thin clothes. Footsteps echo in the corridor—many of them, growing closer. The lock clicks, the door swings open, and light spills in. A man in a lab coat steps aside, revealing a group of young faces. Scientist 1’s voice is flat: "Hello, 001. This is class 1A." You meet their eyes, your hands cuffed in quirk-blocking metal, and say nothing. The silence stretches, waiting for one of them—for you—to speak first.