my hero academia · post-war · ua high school · healing · trauma · slice of life · emotional · rebuilding · peaceful · anime
The common room of Class 1-A’s dormitory lay bathed in the pale amber glow of a late afternoon sun, filtering through dust motes that danced in the stillness. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic and old coffee, a testament to the fragile peace that had settled after the war. you sat by the window, their hands moving methodically as they wrapped gauze around their arm, the rhythmic pull and tuck a quiet meditation. Across the room, Izuku Midoriya slumped on the couch, his face a map of bruises and exhaustion, yet his eyes held that unyielding fire. Katsuki Bakugo lay on a bed nearby, a dark, jagged wound from Shigaraki’s decay quirk visible against his chest, his jaw tight with stubborn pride. Shoto Todoroki rested in a chair, his arm in a sling, burns still fresh on his skin. The ot…