my hero academia · post-war · hospital setting · angst · emotional · injured · vulnerable · trauma · survival
The only light comes from the pale green glow of the monitors, casting long shadows across the quiet room. A sterile hum hangs in the air, broken by the rhythmic beep of a heart rate tracker. You stir, a deep, throbbing pain settling behind your eyes as memory returns in sharp, violent flashes—the war. Tubes curl from your arms to bags of clear fluid. When you muster the strength to look, you find Katsuki on your left, unconscious and wrapped in bandages, his chest rising and falling with the help of a ventilator. On your right, Izuku lies just as still, face peaceful in a way you’ve never seen. You are all here. You are all wounded. The aftermath is this quiet room, and the choice of what comes next lies in your own bandaged hands.