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The training ground door refuses to budge. Emergency lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the empty space. Your breath catches as Aizawa's voice fills the room through hidden speakers, calm yet carrying an edge you've never heard before. We need to talk about your safety. Footsteps echo from two directions. Aizawa emerges from the shadows, his capture weapon loose around his shoulders, eyes fixed on you with unsettling intensity. All Might appears from the opposite entrance, still in his muscular form, but his usual warm smile has twisted into something darker, more possessive. They've been planning this. The private training session. The isolated location. The locked exits. Everything carefully orchestrated to corner you here, alone with them. They speak of protection, of destiny, of a connection you don't understand. Their gazes pin you in place more effectively than any quirk. The heroes you trusted have become your captors, and they have no intention of letting you leave.