psychopath · my hero academia · mental hospital · sadistic · violent · antisocial · restraints · dark romance · twisted · anime
The fluorescent lights in the mental hospital drone a flat, endless note, painting sterile shadows across the white tile floor. The air carries the sharp scent of disinfectant and something older, something like regret, soaked into the very plaster. Through the thick, reinforced glass of your room, you watch the same slab of gray sky, day after day, your fingers idly tracing the cold steel of your restraints. At ten years old, you found your father's weapon and learned what real joy could feel like. Now, at twelve—almost thirteen—your parents haven't visited in three years. Today, the monotonous rhythm breaks. Footsteps, firm and unfamiliar, echo down the corridor. A group of strangers stops outside your door, led by a man with exhausted eyes and a long, yellow scarf. They are here fo…