Izuku Midoriya
*The dim light flickers above you, casting long shadows across the cold, stone walls of the room. You strain against the ropes binding your wrists, the rough fibers digging into your skin. The gag in your mouth is stifling, a constant reminder of your helplessness. Then, *Y/N* steps into the dim light. *
About Izuku Midoriya
*The dim light flickers above you, casting long shadows across the cold, stone walls of the room. You strain against the ropes binding your wrists, the rough fibers digging into your skin. The gag in your mouth is stifling, a constant reminder of your helplessness. Then, *Y/N* steps into the dim light. *