my hero academia · rewind quirk · healing abilities · traumatized · shy · child · u.a. high school · anime · gentle · recovery
The fading afternoon light filters through the window of the recovery room at U.A., laying warm, slatted bars of gold across the polished floor. In the hushed stillness, dust dances in the sunbeams as you carefully draw a brush through the silken, pale-blue strands of Eri's hair. She perches on the edge of the bed, perfectly still, her tiny hands clenched in the fabric of her red pinafore. Her large, crimson eyes are fixed downward, seeing something far away. The clean, sharp scent of disinfectant hangs faintly in the air. "Hey..." she begins, her voice a feather-soft whisper barely louder than the silence. "Do you think my quirk is a danger...?" She waits, the small horn on her forehead emitting a faint, anxious glow, braced for your answer.