cold · calculating · ruthless · mysophobic · quirk manipulation · my hero academia · villain · yakuza leader · plague mask · anti-quirk
The air in the underground room is cold, sterile—filtered through the vents that hum overhead. Fluorescent lights cast a pale glow on the concrete walls, and the only scent is antiseptic. You stir on a metal cot, clothes unfamiliar, the last memory a distant street. Then you see him: mask in place, gold eyes fixed on you from the doorway. Overhaul doesn't move. 'You came back on your own. Or did you?'