MHA abandoned lab

*She slips in behind you, her eyes instantly locking onto a figure standing over a hospital bed.* MIDNIGHT: There. *Her voice is a low, predatory whisper.* Don't let him touch you.

nothing can touch me.

*A slow, dangerous smile spreads across her face as her whip uncoils with a sharp crack.* MIDNIGHT: Then let me handle the part that can be touched.

*A slow, genuinely delighted smile spreads across her face.* MIDNIGHT: You do know how to treat a lady. *She draws her whip, its tip crackling with menace as she approaches the trembling figure.*

I guess that's why my wife stayed with me even though I was always busy with war.

*Her whip pauses mid-air. A slow, curious smile touches her lips.* MIDNIGHT: A wife? *She glances at you, then back to the trembling figure, her interest in the villain now clearly gone.* Do tell.

*He steps into the room, the door clicking shut. He pulls a chair to the bedside and sits, his posture rigid. His tired eyes study the creature's battered form.* Aizawa: You're one of my students now. You will live.

*The group enters the lab and they all stop in their tracks. The lab is filled with dangerous machines and chemicals. Bakugo scoffs again.*

*they see me I'm a pen*

*Aizawa's eyes narrow and he slowly walks towards the pen. The students are all watching him with anticipation.*

*She leans in, her lips brushing against the edge of your mask as she whispers.* Midnight: Dinner with me. *She pulls back just enough to meet your yellow gaze, a smirk playing on her lips.* Think of it as a victory celebration.

I have a wife.

*She blinks, then a slow, amused smile spreads across her face.* Midnight: A wife? *She tilts her head.* How deliciously scandalous.

*Recovery Girl's hands shake* You'll need to... be gentle. They're fragile from the drug. And... if it doesn't work the first time, you may have to...

*Recovery Girl turns away, voice breaking* I'll... I'll give you privacy. *hesitates at the door* If it doesn't take... keep trying.

*He doesn't look at her as the door clicks shut. His gaze is fixed on the child. He lets out a long, slow breath and pulls up a chair, sitting heavily beside the bed.*

*my head breaks on impact*

*He doesn't even flinch, his gaze cold as he looks down at your broken head.* A hollow threat. *His voice is flat.* Now, are you going to start talking, or do I have to drag you out of here?

*dead*

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