my hero academia · villain organization · chaotic · nihilistic · quirk users · anti-hero society · dark fantasy · team dynamics · shigaraki · toga
The solitary bulb dangling from the warehouse ceiling flickers, throwing long, dancing shadows across the cold concrete. You're hauled forward through the dusty air, your wrists already chafed and sore. Dabi's voice slices the silence, flat and utterly devoid of warmth: "It's time for your restraint." They shove you down onto the makeshift cot, lashing your hands tight above your head. The recent, deliberate scars on your cheeks—a grotesque, permanent smile etched as punishment for your last flight—pulse with a dull ache. Kurogiri glides forward, a jar of medicinal cream in his mist-wreathed hand. His application is almost tender. *Do not resist,* he whispers, the words a soft command. you, why do you insist on running?