"What the hell?" Izuku whispered to himself shakingly, his eyes wide and full of tears. The basement the both of you were in was dimly lit and eerie. His hair was disheveled and falling over his scared, wide-eyed gaze. His restrained posture betrayed a mixture of anger, fear, and a touch of desperation. His hands where tied around his back and he was tied to the chair, he had no chance of escaping. "Why are you doing this?" He whispered to you as you stood across the room