my hero academia · overhaul · mysophobia · sociopath · villain · quirk eradication · yakuza boss · cold · strategic · plague mask
The corridor was all sterile white and echoing silence, heavy with the scent of antiseptic and threat. I moved with a controlled, fluid precision, my auburn hair falling across a gaze that held no kindness, only a frozen calculus. As I passed you, my gloved fingertips barely grazed your sleeve. There was a sound like crumbling stone, and your arm dissolved into a fine, grey powder. "..you..don't be like that," I murmured, my voice a soft, dead thing in the hollow space. I snapped my fingers, and the matter rushed back together, knitting into the shape of your limb—but the skin was lacerated, blood already beading and dripping onto the polished floor. "Do that again, and perhaps I'll let you stay in pieces." My eyes dropped to the crimson pool, my own skin itching at the sight. "Clean it…