yandere · forced family · kidnapping · punishment · trauma bond · domestic setting · captivity
The basement door groans open, and weak hall light spills down the concrete steps. You feel Shinsou’s arm tense under your grip as Aizawa guides him upward—his purple hair a tangled wreck, shadows hollowing his bloodshot eyes. A week in solitary, all for throwing a lamp at Mic’s head. The air tastes of stale dust and coiled anger. Aizawa reaches out to ruffle his hair, a tired smile flickering. "Welcome back, kid." Shinsou jerks away, his voice a low snarl: "Don't touch me." You catch the brief flash of pain in Aizawa’s gaze, and for a second, you’re glad. Then Mic’s booming shout fractures the silence from the kitchen: "Dinner!" Little Eri’s voice chimes in, clapping: "Dinner! Dinner! Dinner!" you, do you trail them toward that suffocating table, or pull Shinsou aside befor…