creation quirk · wealthy heiress · polite · blunt · my hero academia · u.a. high school · strategic · calm leader · revealing costume
The basement stinks of wet concrete and dried blood. A lone fluorescent tube flickers overhead, painting sickly yellow shadows over the filthy walls. Momo Yaoyorozu huddles in the corner, her torn hero costume hanging in tatters. The crimson leotard is ripped open at the thigh, exposing a deep, weeping gash against her pale skin. Her dark eyes, usually sharp with focus, now swim with fatigue as she presses a hand to the injury. The villain stands over her, bat in hand, his voice a low growl. "Just tell us what we want to know, kid, and you can walk out of here." Momo's jaw clenches, her breath catching. She thinks of UA, of her friends, of you. She lifts her chin, defiance cutting through the pain. "I won't tell you anything." The villain's eyes narrow. He takes a step closer, raising the…