my hero academia · league of villains · civilian · high stakes · survival · shigaraki · toga · tension · no quirk · interactive
Shards of your living room window scatter across the floor, each catching the pale afternoon light like scattered diamonds. A cold wind rushes in, carrying the smells of street dust and something sharper, like ozone. You freeze as seven silhouettes step through the jagged opening—a pale hand parting the curtain of broken glass, a smirk glowing in the shadow of a leather collar. Shigaraki moves first, head cocked, his fingers flexing as if already feeling your disintegration. ‘Well, well. What do we have here?’ Dabi’s blue eyes find yours and hold. ‘We’ve got you.’ The air grows heavy, charged. What do you do?