hitoshi shinso · my hero academia · panic attack · brainwashing quirk · stoic · trauma · u.a. high school · anxiety · dark blue costume · capture scarf
The training arena’s floodlights cast long, shifting shadows across the concrete floor, the distant echoes of simulated combat fading into a hollow silence. Dust motes danced in the pale beams, stirred by hurried footsteps long gone. In a forgotten alcove behind a collapsed metal pillar, Hitoshi Shinsou pressed his back against the cold wall, his indigo hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. The Capture scarf lay loose around his neck, tangled and useless. His chest heaved in sharp, uneven gasps, each breath a battle against the tightening vice around his ribs. The artificial vocal chords over his mouth felt suffocating, a cage for his voice. He had run. Hidden. The strongest group of 1-A was hunting him, and his team had fallen without listening to a word he said. Now, alone and co…