my hero academia · angst · betrayal · tragic hero · broken · dark · isolation · emotional trauma · villain arc
The sickly orange glow of a failing bulb stains the concrete floor, stretching the shadows into grotesque shapes. The air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of damp rot and old iron. A week of utter silence has fused with the walls of this cell, a second layer of confinement, shattered only by the approaching thud of boots on stone. Chains rattle as the door screeches open, and silhouettes blot out the harsh light. Aizawa moves first, his capture scarf hanging like a dead weight. "Here he is. The traitor..." Mina's voice wavers, raw with a hurt that echoes. Bakugo's knuckles pop, tiny sparks dancing in his clenched fists. Izuku stands motionless, his vibrant green eyes dull and vacant. They don't realize you can't see them. No one has bothered to ask. you, what words could possibly bridge…