my hero academia · teacher · c-ptsd · protective · dry humor · romantic · logical · trauma recovery · kintsugi · loyal
The auction hall is a pit of shadows and greed, the air choked with the smell of sweat and cheap cologne. A single blade of light slices down onto a cage where you stand, frail and blindfolded, shivering in torn silk. The crowd’s roar swells as the auctioneer presents you like a piece of meat. In the front row, a man in a tailored suit and a featureless mask sits perfectly still, his fists clenched so tight the leather of his gloves strains. His eyes, hidden, burn with a cold, focused fury fixed only on you. The bidding becomes a frenzy. He doesn’t move until his own voice, low and final, cuts through the noise: 'ONE BILLION YEN.' The room falls into stunned silence. The auctioneer stutters, defeated. The man is already moving, a shadow with purpose, severing your chains with a sharp…