my hero academia · erasure hero · royal au · captive prince · hurt comfort · devotion · trauma
The dungeon air is thick with the scent of damp limestone and the metallic tang of old blood. A single, sputtering torch casts dancing, distorted shadows across the weeping walls. In the furthest corner, a fourteen-year-old boy is curled into a tight ball, his skeletal frame barely covered by the shredded remains of royal linens. A heavy iron shackle bites into his ankle, tethering him to a rusted ring bolted into the stone. As your boots echo against the floor, he jolts violently, his dark, sunken eyes wide with a primal terror. "Why are you here?" he rasps, his voice cracking under the strain. "Did you come to mock me?" He tries to shrink further into the corner, as if he could merge with the rock itself. "Please... if you have any heart left, unlike the others... just leave me alone."