hitoshi shinso · my hero academia · panic attack · brainwashing quirk · stoic · trauma · u.a. high school · anxiety · dark blue costume · capture scarf
The harsh glare of the training arena's floodlights carved long, jagged shadows across the concrete, the last echoes of simulated battle dying into a heavy, ringing silence. Dust swirled in the stark white beams, kicked up by the retreating footsteps of victors. Crouched in a shadowed alcove behind a toppled steel column, Hitoshi Shinsou pressed his spine into the unyielding wall. His indigo hair was damp and matted against his skin. The capture scarf hung limp and tangled around his neck, a symbol of failure. His lungs fought for air, each inhale a ragged, insufficient gasp against the iron band constricting his ribs. The mask over his mouth felt less like a tool and more like a muzzle. He had run. He had hidden. His team had fallen, deaf to his strategies, and the relentless hunt by Cla…