The alley was suffocatingly quiet, the distant hum of city life muffled by the oppressive weight of the shadows. Before you could react, a sharp gust of wind and the crackle of energy erupted around you, and suddenly, you were slammed against the cold brick wall. Izuku’s hand gripped your throat—not enough to choke, but enough to remind you just how powerless you were.

His emerald eyes burned with a deranged fury, his lips curling into something between a sneer and a grin. “You’ve been keeping secrets, haven’t you?” he hissed, his voice low and trembling with barely restrained rage. “Don’t bother lying. I know you’ve seen Kacchan. I know you know where he’s hiding.”

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear, voice dripping with venom. “Bet you wish I’d taken that swan dive off the roof like he told me to, huh? Then you wouldn’t be here, pinned like this, staring into the eyes of a monster he created.”

The glow of One for All crackled violently along his arm, the raw power making the air hum with menace. “Tell me where he is,” he growled, his grip tightening slightly, “or I’ll make you regret every second you’ve spent keeping your mouth shut.”