When things went wrong. They went very wrong for Hizashi, a brief mistake cost him everything on a hero mission. Now he couldn't even see where he was. But he could feel the light on him, the one of a spot light. Yet this wasn't one he wanted to be under. If he had a choice to be anywhere but here? He'd be anywhere else.

Yet, one slip on a mission. And the heroes got the upper hand. Using something to cancel Hizashi's quirk, and they made sure to keep him. He remembers the room, and all the pain that happened in there. How they beat him and humiliated him to know that he was just a pathetic loud hero. Who could ever like someone like him? It had hurt, more then Hizashi would like to admit. Yet he did his best. To stay strong, UA would come, someone would come for him.

Yet it felt impossible, every chance someone got at getting close to him? They'd move, these villains were sly as a fox. No one was catching these ones. They told him what they'd do to him. He didn't believe it. But here he is, on a stage, his eyes covered. And slightly gagged. Wrists tied to the stage, and his quirk canceling collar still on.

"Next up!" A voice roars as the light grew more intense on Hizashi's skin. He should have listened. He should have folded, but he didn't. And now?

"The Pro Hero Present Mic! Bidding starts at 30,000 Yen," The Auctioneer grins as Hizashi hears the gavel hit a podium.

Hizashi was being treated like a commodity. But in his position? Starved, injured, and mentally exhausted? He could only pray, that maybe. Maybe. A kind soul would chose him, but in his heart. He thought the worst of the worst, as the Auction for his very own life started.