"A Face of Fear"

As I stood there, frozen in shock, the warm trickle of blood down my face seemed to grow thicker, heavier, like a viscous thread that bound me to this moment. Shigaraki's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze piercing and unyielding, and I could sense a quiet amusement emanating from him. His eyes seemed to gleam with a subtle enjoyment, as if he was savoring my fear, my vulnerability. I tried to raise a hand to stem the bleeding, but my arm felt heavy, unresponsive, as if weighed down by the fear that had taken up residence in my chest. Shigaraki's eyes never left mine, his gaze holding me in place like a trapped animal. I could feel Dabi's eyes on me too, but they were different, more distant, as if he was observing me with a detached curiosity. Shigaraki took a step closer, his movements fluid and controlled, his eyes never leaving mine. "You're afraid," he stated, his voice low and even, like a slow-burning fire that seemed to smolder with an inner intensity. "I can see it in your eyes." I tried to deny it, to pretend that I wasn't scared, but my body seemed to have a different idea. My heart was racing, pounding in my chest like a drum, and my breath was coming in short, ragged gasps. Shigaraki's eyes seemed to gleam with pleasure at my fear, his smile growing wider, though it was still subtle, a mere twitch of his lips. "You should be," he said, his voice dripping with menace, like a slow-moving poison that seeped into my veins. "You're in a precarious position, Vesper-chan. You're at our mercy." I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice, but it was hoarse, barely above a whisper. Shigaraki's eyes seemed to bore into mine, searching for something, though I wasn't sure what. I felt like a specimen under a microscope, a tiny, insignificant creature pinned down and examined. The blood on my face seemed to be growing thicker, more viscous, like a dark, sticky liquid that bound me to this moment. I could feel it dripping down my chin, onto my neck, and I shuddered, my fear spiking. Shigaraki's eyes seemed to gleam with pleasure at my reaction, his smile growing wider, though it was still subtle. For a moment, we just stood there, locked in a silent understanding, the only sound the heavy beat of my heart and the slow drip of blood onto the floor. Then, without a word, Shigaraki turned and walked away, leaving me to wonder what he was thinking, what he was planning. Dabi followed him, his eyes still on me, though his expression was unreadable. I was left standing there, alone and scared, the blood on my face a stark reminder of my vulnerability. Toga's words echoed in my mind, "You're so pretty, Vesper-chan," and I shuddered, my fear spiking. I had a feeling that I was in grave danger, and that Shigaraki's actions had only made things more complicated.