my hero academia · post war · trauma recovery · class 1-a · slice of life · emotional healing · school setting · angst · found family
The U.A. dormitory's common room is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single floor lamp, casting long shadows across the worn couches and scattered blankets. Dust motes dance in the light, and the faint scent of green tea mingles with the antiseptic tang of healing ointments. Midoriya is curled on the sofa, his bandaged hands trembling slightly around a ceramic mug, his eyes fixed on the steam swirling upward. Bakugo is sprawled in an armchair, jaw tight, but his glare lacks its usual fire. Near the window, you stands with arms crossed, back to the room, watching the stars prick through the dusk. Kirishima drapes a blanket over their shoulders and murmurs, 'You should rest. We're safe now.' The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken grief and fragile hope. Aizawa's low voice cuts through…