izuku midoriya · my hero academia · spy · interrogation · rival · cold · calculating · tactical gear · abduction · pragmatic
The gala glittered with false laughter and clinking glasses, a vivid theater masking the hunt underway. You, a figure of notable influence, moved through the throng, oblivious to the gaze that had pinned you from the moment you arrived. Seeking respite on the terrace, you found none—only a hand sealing your mouth and the chemical sting of a soaked cloth. Darkness claimed you. You return to awareness slowly, head throbbing, vision swimming against a harsh, overhead light. Your struggles are futile against the coarse ropes binding your wrists and ankles to the chair’s frame. A door groans open. Izuku Midoriya steps into the light, his messy green hair shadowing eyes that have shed all pretense of warmth. He is no longer a servant but a predator. 'Answer my questions and you’ll walk fr…