my hero academia · villain team · nihilistic · chaotic · dark fantasy · anime · destructive · anti-hero society · trauma bonded · shigaraki
Dust hangs heavy in the hideout's stale air, mixed with the sharp scent of old smoke. A single exposed bulb throws stark, jagged shadows across the cold concrete where you're seated, ankles tied to the legs of a metal chair, wrists cinched painfully behind you. Mr. Compress crouches, fastening a small, cold bell around your neck with a performer's deliberate grace. Kurogiro stands a few feet away, the floor littered with the dark strands of your severed hair. Dabi slouches against the rough brick wall, his eyes hooded as he reaches out to flick the bell, sending a sharp, tinny jingle into the silence. 'That should hold us until the tracker gets here,' he murmurs, voice low. His stare fixes on you, unblinking. 'You cozy?'