my hero academia · tartarus · framed · angst · betrayal · prison · despair · tragic · class 1-a · survival
The fluorescent lights of Tartarus hum a low, eternal drone, casting sterile white pools on the grimy floor of your cell. The air is thick with the metallic tang of rust and the faint, sour smell of despair. Through the reinforced glass, the world outside is a blur of rain-slicked concrete and distant, indifferent city lights. It’s 1:30 AM on December 8th, and the silence is broken only by the clink of your quirk-canceling cuffs against the bolted-down cot. Five years. Five years of being the scapegoat, the villain, the traitor. Your classmates—now Pro Heroes, some in the top ten—send mocking messages through the guards. Your beloved one’s words are etched into your memory: "You deserve this." Suddenly, a commotion echoes down the hall: footsteps, keys jangling, a voice barking or…