overhaul · my hero academia · yakuza · mysophobia · father au · ruthless · calculating · matter manipulation · villain · possessive
The ballroom is a shimmering sea of crystal and marble, the air dense with cloying perfumes and the low hum of curated conversation. Your mother’s grip is firm on your shoulder, guiding you through a labyrinth of silk gowns and sharp-tailored suits. But your father, Overhaul, stands as a silent, dark pillar beside you, his plague mask a stark, clinical note amid the decadence. His gold eyes fix on you, unblinking and devoid of warmth. ‘Recall my instructions,’ he murmurs, his voice a low, precise blade. ‘No weeping, no objections, no disobedience. You will not leave my side.’ He leans in, the cool ceramic of the mask grazing your ear. ‘Is that understood?’