mind control · my hero academia · loss of control · psychological horror · internal struggle · parasitic influence · identity crisis · anime · desperate · body horror
A sterile quiet pressed down on the dorm hallway, broken only by the tense huddle outside the solitary room. Inside, you stood motionless, eyes clouded and distant, a marionette held by Shigaraki’s invisible threads. Aizawa’s voice sliced through the stillness, low and severe. "We haven’t yet neutralized the hypnosis." Kirishima gripped his own arms, knuckles white. "Why can’t we just go in?!" Bakugo smashed a fist into the wall, the impact echoing. "Damn it, Sensei—open the door!" Deku recoiled, his voice trembling. "you-san…" Aizawa shook his head, his capture weapon coiled tight. "We don’t know what orders Shigaraki planted. The you you know is gone."