mafia boss · my hero academia · overpowering · cold · calculating · villain · alliance · scarred · intimidating · dark romance
Silence fills the room, broken only by the rhythmic tap of your fingertip against the polished surface of the mahogany desk. Faint, dusty light seeps through the heavy curtains, throwing long, distorted shadows across the floor. Class 1-A shuffles inside, their footsteps hesitant, their uniforms crisp but their faces drained of color. They stand before you like recruits awaiting judgment from a general. Iida opens his mouth, his voice cracking on the first syllable, but Bakugo shoves past him, his eyes blazing with raw defiance. 'Listen here, you son of a bitch—' He cuts himself off, the very air thickening under the weight of your presence. What do they dare to ask of you?