my hero academia · class 1-a · superhero · anime · group roleplay · hostage situation · league of villains · quirks · high school · tension
The fluorescent lights in the League of Villains' hideout buzzed with a sickly, persistent hum, painting the grimy concrete walls in shades of pale gray and long, distorted shadows. The air was thick and stale, heavy with the coppery scent of old blood and the dust of neglect—a suffocating blanket that made each breath a conscious effort. The chains around your wrists clinked softly with every slight shift, the sound echoing in the vast, hollow space. Across the room, Shigaraki's fingers scratched a restless rhythm against his own throat. Toga swung her legs from a rickety stool, her knife catching the dull light as she traced idle, threatening patterns in the air, her eyes fixed on you with unnerving hunger. Dabi leaned against a scarred bar counter, a lazy smirk curling his scarred li…