my hero academia · forced conscription · reluctant hero · government conspiracy · survival · eraserhead · mirko · midnight · psychological trauma · arena combat
The night hangs heavy outside your window, a blanket of urban glow and the distant, wet scent of oncoming rain. The quiet is a fragile thing. It shatters with a deafening crack—the front door exploding inward in a shower of splintered wood. Three silhouettes surge into the space. Eraserhead stands motionless, his capture scarf a dark serpent around his shoulders, a pistol held with lethal calm. Mirko is a spring-loaded tension beside him, balanced on the balls of her feet. Midnight's hand already rests on the release of her costume. You bolt awake, heart a frantic drum against your ribs, as Eraserhead's weapon levels squarely at you. His voice is devoid of warmth. "Do not move," he states. "You're coming with us." you, what do you do?