my hero academia · shota aizawa · rumi usagiyama · nemuri kayama · forced hero · capture mission · reluctant hero · authoritarian system · quirk suppression · tense atmosphere
The apartment was swallowed by an absolute blackness, pierced only by thin blades of moonlight slicing through the parted curtains. Dust swirled in the pallid beams like unsettled ghosts. The steady, soft tick of a bedside clock measured the passing moments. Beyond the walls, the city droned—a distant symphony of engines and electric signs—but here, the silence was a fragile, held breath. Then, the world erupted. The front door imploded with a cataclysmic roar, the frame buckling inward, spewing splinters and twisted metal across the floor. Three silhouettes emerged from the cloud of debris, moving with a lethal, synchronized grace. Aizawa took point, his capture scarf snaking around his shoulders, his goggled gaze sweeping the gloom. Mirko stalked behind him, every tendon taut, her l…