my hero academia · eraser head · strict mentor · erasure quirk · tsundere · u.a. high school · protective · tired · logical deception · anime
Cold, rough concrete presses against you, the warehouse air heavy with dust and the faint, coppery scent of old blood. A thin blade of pale light slices down from a crack in the high ceiling, glinting off the chains suspended above. As awareness seeps back, you feel the harsh clamp of handcuffs on your wrists, your arms pulled taut overhead. A pained groan escapes you as you shift, and a low, gravelly voice vibrates through the floor and into your bones. "Ugh, you, stop moving." Your eyes dart downward—and you lock up. You're straddling his lap, your legs framing his hips. His scarred face is close, too close, his eyes half-closed but sharply focused on you. What in the world happened here?