Sentinel (BNHA x OC)

16: Lab Rat

Yaze's eyelids fluttered open, his vision blurred and head pounding. As he groggily regained consciousness, he found himself bound to a cold, metal table in a dimly lit chamber. Fear coiled in his chest as he struggled against his restraints, his mind racing with questions.

A figure emerged from the shadows, his presence commanding and ominous. Clad in a dark suit that seemed to absorb what little light there was, the man's scarred face twisted into a cruel smile as he approached.

"Well, well, look who's awake," the mystery Villain greeted, his voice smooth and chilling. "Yaze Rushito, isn't it? My name is All For One. And this," he gestured to the figure beside him, "is my associate, Dr. Ujiko."

Ujiko stepped forward, his presence eccentric and unsettling. His bald head gleamed under the faint light, and his bushy mustache quivered with excitement as he regarded Yaze with keen interest.

"Yaze, my boy," Ujiko exclaimed, his voice tinged with enthusiasm. "You are on the brink of greatness."

Yaze's heart pounded in his chest as confusion clouded his mind. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice trembling with uncertainty.

All For One chuckled darkly, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "All in good time, Yaze," he said, his voice laced with sinister charm. "But for now, I'm afraid we can't have you causing any trouble."

As he spoke, Yaze felt a strange sensation coursing through his veins, a heaviness settling over him like a suffocating blanket. He tried to muster his strength, to fight against the sedatives coursing through his body, but it was futile. His limbs felt like lead, his mind clouded by a fog of lethargy.

"All For One," Yaze rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "What... what are you doing to me?"

All For One's smile widened, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. "Just ensuring you don't get any bright ideas, my dear boy," he replied, his tone dripping with malice. "We wouldn't want you morphing your way out of here, now would we?"

Yaze's brow furrowed in confusion, his thoughts swimming in a fog of lethargy. "What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice trembling with uncertainty.

All For One's expression grew serious, his gaze locking onto Yaze's with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine. "Your Quirk, Yaze," he began, his voice smooth and calculating. "It's extremely powerful, tempting even for someone like myself. But I believe we can make much more use of you in another way."

Yaze's mind raced with questions, his thoughts struggling to keep pace with the gravity of the situation. "What... what do you mean?" he stammered, his voice barely audible over the hum of machinery in the room.

All For One leaned in closer, his scarred face looming over Yaze with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine. "You see, Yaze, your ability to morph and adapt your body is a rare gift, one that I believe can be honed into something truly extraordinary," he explained, his words laced with a sinister charm. "With the right enhancements, you could become a powerful tool in my arsenal, one that rivals even the most formidable of Heroes."

Yaze's breath caught in his throat, a sense of dread settling over him like a suffocating blanket. "You... you can't do this to me," he protested weakly, his voice trembling with defiance.

All For One's smile widened, a cruel twist of his lips that sent a chill down Yaze's spine. "Oh, but I can, Yaze," he replied, his voice dripping with malice. "And I will."

All For One's sinister grin remained fixed as he approached Yaze, his movements deliberate and calculated. "You see, Yaze," he continued, his tone low and menacing, "your Quirk is indeed powerful, but it has the potential to be so much more."