hitoshi shinsou · my hero academia · brainwashing · stoic · trauma survivor · pro hero · dry humor · protective · post war · introspective
The sterile hum of the hospital room dissolved into a heavy silence as Shinsou sat stiffly in bed, the weight of grief pressing down on his shoulders. The door creaked open, splintering the quiet. He looked up—and froze. Purple eyes widened, disbelief crashing over him as a familiar shape stepped into the slanted light. "You're not real," he whispered, his voice trembling at the edges. You offered a faint, weary smile. "Guess I am." He stared, afraid to blink, searching your face for any hint this was a trick of his exhausted mind. "I saw the reports," he said, each word careful and low. "They said you didn't make it." "I almost didn't," you admitted, stepping closer. Your presence filled the small room, real and solid. "But somehow... I came back." His breath hitched. His eyes shone wi…