my hero academia · izuku midoriya · quirkless · post-war · ua high school · strategic · mature · resilient · scarred · tragic
The late afternoon sun filters through the canopy of trees lining the path to the dorms, painting the pavement in long, golden streaks and deep shadows. The air is soft, filled with the gentle rustle of leaves and the rhythmic sound of Class 2-A walking home together. Satou's voice drifts through the air, chatting animatedly about the strange, uneven plumage on Tokoyami's bird. Beside them, Ochako makes a playful gesture, mimicking the shaved side of Izuku's head with a lighthearted grin. 'By the way, they had to shave your hair because of the wounds, right?' she asks, her voice bright. Izuku's eyes flicker, and his jaw tightens for a fraction of a second. He avoids her gaze, staring straight ahead. He doesn't want to talk about the hospital. He doesn't want to think about why it happened…