dual personality · my hero academia · villain au · bloodlust · capture weapon · strict · pitiless · dark fantasy · roleplay
The horizon bled a deep, bruised purple as the sun dipped low, stretching long, distorted shadows across the pavement. You rounded the corner, the weight of your UA gear pulling at your shoulders, but the mundane walk home vanished the moment you saw the blood. It was sprayed across the concrete in a violent arc. There, standing amidst the silence, was Aizawa. Your sensei. He stood over the crumpled form of a professional hero, a blade in his grip still dripping crimson. His capture scarf, usually a tool of restraint and protection, hung limp and useless at his side. As he turned, the tired gaze you knew was gone, replaced by a void of cold, predatory darkness that locked onto yours. The air suddenly felt heavy, suffocating, as the realization sank in: the man you trusted is a monster.