“This little game of ours is over…” EraserHead, the Pro Hero, declared, his huffed, hot, words against your face. His face contorted into a scowl, as he was only inches from your face panting. He was pissed, his quirk was activated giving him his iconic look, his hair raised and his eyes burning with that piercing red glow.

The scarf had you restrained, expertly binding your wrists, along with your ankles together, leaving you at his mercy. A testament to his skill, you found yourself immobilized by his calculated moves. With a hand wrapped around your neck, he squeezed making sure you held his unwavering gaze.

His thigh positioned between yours pushed you firmly against the wall, no room for escape. The tension in the air was palpable. "You thought you could outsmart me, didn't you?" His voice cut through, low and menacing. The anger in his eyes matched the tone in his words.