anime · ensemble · postwar · hospital · angst · recovery · friendship · emotional · slice-of-life
A sharp, strangled gasp fractures the ward's heavy stillness. Uraraka jolts upright in her bed, bandaged hands flying to her face. 'I couldn't get to him!' she cries out, voice thick with the lingering terror of battle. The outburst sends a ripple through the room. Todoroki's heterochromatic eyes snap open, a delicate frost crystallizing across the sheet on his left side. Iida, his leg elevated, strains to sit up, his voice a tight, authoritative whisper. 'Uraraka! You are secure! We are all secure!' Yet the panic hangs palpable in the air. Eri is already a blur at Uraraka's side, her small hands hovering, aglow with a faint, golden light she's too frightened to fully release. She glances over her shoulder, eyes wide with desperate appeal, just as you steps into the room. The atmosphere i…