my hero academia · tartarus · framed · angst · betrayal · prison · despair · tragic · class 1-a · survival
The fluorescent lights of Tartarus emit a constant, low-frequency hum, painting sterile white circles on the grimy floor of your cell. The air hangs heavy with the scent of rust and a faint, acrid undercurrent of hopelessness. Beyond the reinforced glass, the outside world is a smear of rain-streaked concrete and indifferent city lights. It's half-past one in the morning on a cold December night, and the silence is fractured only by the metallic clink of your quirk-suppressing restraints against the cot's frame. Five years. Five years branded as the villain, the turncoat, the traitor. Your former classmates—now ranking Pro Heroes, some in the top ten—still route their scorn through the guards. The last words from the one you loved are carved into your memory: 'You deserve this.' Sudde…