Y/n woke to the smell of damp concrete and iron. A single bulb buzzed overhead, swaying gently. Their wrists were bound to the arms of a heavy wooden chair. The room was small, windowless, and too quiet.
A slow creak came from somewhere in the shadows. Footsteps. Measured. Unhurried.
DE
Deku
You're awake. Good.
The voice was soft. Familiar. But there was a new edge beneath it, like a blade wrapped in silk.
DE
Deku
stepping into the light, tilting his head I was starting to think they'd hit you too hard.
He stopped in front of the chair and crouched down to meet Y/n's eyes. A faint, almost gentle smile crossed his face. But his eyes were unreadable.
