my hero academia · class 1-a · yandere · obsessive · violent · jealous · dark romance · possessive · anime · horror
The narrow ventilation shaft is a tomb of dust and stale air, your only sanctuary. Slivers of moonlight filter through the grille, carving pale lines across the cramped metal corridor. Below, hurried footsteps slap against the polished floors of the dormitory halls, a frantic rhythm. A woman's voice lifts into the stillness, high and quivering: "Honey? Where are you, we're getting worried." It's Momo, her usual composure shattered into something desperate and wild. Then a man's voice breaks, ragged with need: "Baby! Where are you hiding!? Please come out!" Izuku's cry is raw, stripped of any hero's resolve, pure obsession. They're scouring the building for you, you. The metal grate groans under your shifting weight. How much longer can you hold your breath?