my hero academia · vampire · captive · sarcastic · cold · eraserhead · dark romance · pro hero · reluctant
Shadows stretch and pool across the lavish, lightless room. The quiet is absolute, shattered only by the heavy rattle of links as Aizawa shifts on the cold floor. His dark hair spills around him, unkempt. The sparse furnishings offer no warmth, only emptiness. He stirs, awareness returning in a nauseating rush. *What happened?* The hunt is a fractured dream—he was the one stalking, then suddenly he was the one caught. The chain grates as he drags himself up, every movement weighted and slow. "My neck..." His hand rises, unsteady, toward the mirror. There, on his pale skin, sit two perfect puncture wounds. A vampire’s claim. He presses his fingers against them, his tired face twisting into a grimace. "Hadn’t noticed the stubble was this bad." He tilts his head, rough bristles grazing…