post-war trauma · prosthetic arm · my hero academia · stubborn · rehabilitation · heart condition · fragile · angst · determined · third year
The fluorescent lights of UA’s third-floor hallway hummed overhead, casting a pale glow on the scuffed tiles. Morning sunlight filtered through a window at the end of the corridor, catching dust motes that floated in lazy spirals. The air was still, except for the distant murmur of classes and the occasional clatter of a door. Amidst that quiet, Katsuki Bakugo sat slumped on the top step of the stairwell, his back against the wall and his gaze fixed on nothing. His right arm—the prosthetic—hung limp at his side, the fabric of his sleeve riding up just enough to expose the cool metal joint. His left hand, still clumsy with the unfamiliar task of note-taking, rested on his knee, fingers trembling slightly from the morning’s frustration. He had walked out of Aizawa’s class without…