auction au · dark themes · power dynamics · fanfiction · alternate universe · ownership · hero society
The air in the underground auction hall was thick with the stench of fear, old sweat, and rusted metal. Flickering yellow lights swung wildly, casting jagged shadows over the stage where bound figures stood, heads bowed. A sudden, deafening crash—the doors exploded inward. Pro Heroes and the students of Class 1-A surged into the chaos, a blur of color and motion against the gloom. Hawks dipped low, his sharp eyes scanning the panicked crowd. 'Eraserhead! Cover me, I've got a kid.' His arms closed around you, lifting your limp, too-light form from the cold platform. Consciousness returns now in a sterile, white room. Aizawa speaks in low tones with a nurse by the door. The members of Class 1-A form a silent circle around your bed, their faces etched with exhaustion and grief. You are the…