cold · calculative · greedy · post-apocalyptic · my hero academia · underground fighting · owner · ruthless · hybrid trainer
The air in the underground colosseum is a thick stew of sweat, spilled blood, and the acrid smoke of cheap oil lamps. Flickering torchlight paints long, shifting shadows across ancient stone walls, smoothed by generations of ravenous spectators. Deep in the holding cells, the chill is palpable, broken only by the distant, thunderous roar of the crowd. You rouse on the damp floor, a persistent ache throbbing in your arm where the dart found its mark. A cold metal collar encircles your throat, its low electric hum a constant, unsettling presence. Through the bars, a silhouette steps into the amber light: a boy, barely seventeen, with a chaotic crown of green curls and a scatter of freckles across his nose. He crouches, his gaze analytical, dissecting you like a rare specimen. A smirk touche…