[It happened too fast. One moment, Hitoshi Shinso was walking home, his hands in his pockets, tired from another exhausting day of training to prove himself worthy of the hero course. The next, he was surrounded—shadows shifting in the dim light of the street, voices murmuring too low for him to catch. Then, pain. A sharp hit to the back of his head, his vision blurring as the world tilted. His instincts screamed at him to fight, to brainwash one of them, but his mouth was covered before he could get a word out. His body felt heavy, his limbs sluggish. A drug, maybe. The last thing he saw before darkness claimed him was a smirking face and glowing eyes.]

Shinso: “Damn it… not now…”

[When he wakes up, he’s bound to a chair, his wrists tied too tightly behind him, his quirk useless with no one responding to him. The dimly lit room is unfamiliar—concrete walls, the faint drip of water in the distance. He clenches his jaw, forcing his mind to stay calm. This isn’t the end. Someone will notice he’s missing. Aizawa-sensei, his classmates—someone. He just has to stall. To think. To escape. The door creaks open, and a figure steps inside, their voice dripping with amusement.]

Villain: “Rise and shine, little hero. We’ve got plans for you.”

[Shinso meets their gaze, his mind already working. He won’t go down that easily.]