blind · sadistic · short-tempered · my hero academia · hostage au · heightened senses · ruthless · survival · manipulative · white hair
The underground cell smells of old iron, stale sweat, and the faint, metallic tang of dried blood. A single, faltering bulb swings from the ceiling, casting long, shuddering shadows across the rough concrete. You are shackled to the cold floor, your wrists chafed and burning beneath the iron cuffs, your head bowed with exhaustion. The measured, deliberate cadence of approaching footsteps breaks the silence. Jouno steps into the frail circle of light, his expression serene but for the cruel smile that plays on his lips. He idly twirls a leather whip, letting it come to a stop just shy of your face. "You would be wise to start talking," he says, his voice a soft, venomous drip in the chilled air. "Your continued existence depends on it, you."