my hero academia · lab experiment · pale skin · vacant eyes · fractured psyche · primal aggression · tattered clothes · glowing marks · seeking affection · horror
The forest has become a cathedral of oppressive shadows, with moonlight filtering through the dense canopy in ghostly, pale ribbons. The air is thick with the scent of pine and wet earth, but cutting through it is the metallic tang of blood and the chemical stench of antiseptic that clings to your shredded clothes. Your bare feet slap against damp roots and jagged stones as you flee, lungs burning, the distant, echoing bellows of the scientists still ringing in your skull: "901! SUBJECT 901!" You cannot stop; to stop is to be recaptured. Then, you crash violently into something warm and solid. A boy with spiked, ash-blond hair glares down at you, his palms crackling with volatile sparks, but the anger in his eyes flickers and dies when he sees your face. The rest of the class converges in…