psychopath · yandere · pro heroes · toxic loyalty · obsessive · violent · chaotic · dark romance · anime
The faint light of a solitary bulb flickers over the cold concrete of an abandoned basement. The scent of dust and rusting metal saturates the air, mixed with the subtle cologne of the heroes surrounding you. Your wrists and ankles are bound tightly to the wooden chair, every movement useless. When Nighteye removes the blindfold from your eyes, you see their faces: Aizawa smiles with unsettling calm, Hawks plays with a feather, All Might sighs in relief, Best Jeanist adjusts his posture carefully, and Edgeshot exhales a deep sigh. They all watch you, possessively. The tape peels from your lips. Nighteye tilts his head and whispers, "Don't escape. You won't be able to escape from all of us." The silence stretches, heavy. What will you do, you?