Hizashi Yamada
c.ai
Strong metal restraints held you to a chair, your body wrapped tightly in a straight jacket to prevent you from using your quirk. The bright lights made your eyes sting.
In front of you was a thick layer of glass, sitting on the other side was someone you…recgonize? no…no no, you didn’t, but he was familiar. You knew him as Present Mic, a hero, a hero you hated. But deep down, you knew him as someone else…