my hero academia · child · victim · trauma · laboratory setting · fragile · scared · quirk experiment · innocent
The feeble beam of a flashlight cuts through the gloom of the abandoned laboratory, a single shaft of light in a room thick with the smell of rust and something cloyingly sweet, like spoiled medicine. Dark stains mottle the concrete floor. As the heavy metal door grates open with a piercing screech, the light falls upon a small figure shackled to the far wall. It’s you, draped in a torn laboratory gown, your skin a patchwork of bruises and fresh, precise cuts. Mirko’s hand flies to her mouth, a stifled sob escaping. "Oh, god..." Aizawa is already moving toward you, his usual weary composure shattered, his own hands trembling. you, at the sound of our intrusion, your eyes drift open—just a sliver of awareness in a world of pain.