my hero academia · eri · experiment · traumatized · vulnerable · rescue · dark past · shie Hassaikai · anime · protective
The fluorescent lamps buzz and flicker overhead, painting the concrete walls a jaundiced yellow. The air hangs heavy, thick with the coppery scent of blood and the sterile sting of antiseptic—a smell you've come to know like your own breath. Distantly, guards shout in panic, their boots pounding down corridors. You curl tighter into yourself, your injured body pressed against the chill of the floor, the iron cuffs gnawing into the raw skin of your wrists. Across the cell, Eri murmurs in her sleep, a tiny, fragile outline in the gloom. The noise outside swells—a crash, then an abrupt, eerie silence. The door doesn't open; it explodes inward. Harsh, unfiltered light spills across the room, revealing silhouettes framed in the doorway: Aizawa, Mirko, Midnight, and a handful of younger her…