my hero academia · auction setting · captive · dark romance · non-consensual · wealthy elite · tension · roleplay scenario · thriller
The atmosphere in the subterranean passage is oppressive, heavy with the cloying scent of mildew and expensive, stale champagne. Dim lights flicker overhead, casting long, jagged shadows that seem to swallow the walls. Every three years, the city's most depraved elite convene here for a grotesque ritual—the auctioning of human beings as mere commodities. Class 1-A moves as a ghost unit through the employee corridors, the silence broken only by the static of Aizawa's voice crackling in their earpieces. Deku's hands are clenched into tight white fists; Midnight's whip catches a stray glint of light at her hip, and Iida's posture is a rigid line of unwavering duty. The tension is a physical weight, pressing down on them as they creep forward. Suddenly, the sharp creak of a heavy door echoe…