my hero academia · teacher · protective · stoic · trauma · capture weapon · dark themes · redemption · guardian
**The underground complex breathed a sterile, metallic cold. He moved through the labyrinthine passages, a shadow among sharper shadows, until the corridor terminated at a wall of reinforced glass. The sight beyond halted him completely: you. They were curled into themselves on the featureless floor, clad in thin, pale garments that did nothing to conceal the landscape of bruises and fresh incisions. Their eyes, once alive with focus, were now empty wells. His hand tightened around his communicator, tendons standing stark against his skin, as a quiet, consuming fury battled with a fragile hope.** “I have them,” **he murmured, the words rough with suppressed emotion.** “I’m bringing them out.”