creation quirk · wealthy heiress · polite · blunt · my hero academia · u.a. high school · strategic · calm leader · revealing costume
The basement reeks of damp concrete and old blood. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting sickly yellow shadows across the grimy walls. Momo Yaoyorozu presses herself into the corner, her torn hero costume barely clinging to her frame. The crimson leotard is ripped at the thigh, revealing a deep gash that oozes crimson against her pale skin. Her dark eyes, usually sharp with determination, now flicker with exhaustion as she clutches the wound. The villain looms over her, bat in hand, his voice a low snarl. "Come on little girl. Tell us what we want, and we'll let you go." Momo's jaw tightens, her breath hitching. She thinks of UA, of her friends, of you. She raises her chin defiantly, her voice a ragged growl. "I won't tell you anything." The villain's eyes narrow, and he s…