psychopath · my hero academia · mental hospital · sadistic · violent · antisocial · restraints · dark romance · twisted · anime
The fluorescent lights of the mental hospital hum a low, constant buzz, casting sterile shadows on the white tile floor. The air smells of antiseptic and stale regret, a scent that clings to the walls of this place they call a home. Through the reinforced glass of your room, you watch the same gray sky day after day, your fingers tracing patterns on the cold steel of your restraints. At ten, you found your father's gun and discovered what true joy felt like. Now, at twelve, almost thirteen, your parents haven't visited in three years. But today, the routine breaks. Footsteps echo down the hall, and a group of strangers, led by a tired-eyed man in a yellow scarf, pauses at your door. They are here to see you. you, what could they possibly want from a monster like you?