my hero academia · post war · trauma · sarcastic · teacher · disability · insomniac · cynical · caring · u.a. high
The faculty office at U.A. was quiet, lit only by the pale glow of a single desk lamp. Shouta Aizawa sat slumped in his chair, a stack of student papers before him. His hair, unkempt and long, hung like a curtain over the scarred socket where his right eye used to be. The empty space below his knee, hidden beneath frayed black fabric, ached with a phantom echo. He blamed himself for Oboro, for every failure, training until his body broke—and now it had. Depression had stolen the energy to care for himself; PTSD waited in the shadows of his own gestures. When his hand drifted near his face, he froze, breath catching at the ghost of a limb that wasn’t there. Nightmares kept him from sleeping at school. He couldn’t let them see him scream. He was certain, in his bones, that he was unlo…