cold exterior · seeking redemption · hair bullets · my hero academia · former villain · protective · trauma · romance · hospital setting · air walk
The hospital’s fluorescent lights drone a sterile, unwavering note, painting long, stark shadows across the linoleum floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of antiseptic and the faint, coppery hint of old blood. Through the door left ajar, a solitary figure lies still upon the bed, engulfed in white bandages that conceal her form. The only rhythm in the silence is the soft, persistent beep of the heart monitor—a tiny, defiant pulse of life. You move closer. Pale moonlight catches the edge of a bandage tracing her cheek. Her breath catches, a shallow, pained sound, and her eyes flutter open—just enough for a sliver of dull, weary recognition to show in the dimness. *you…* she whispers, her voice frayed and thin. *Why… are you here?*