my hero academia · post war · trauma recovery · class 1-a · slice of life · emotional healing · school setting · angst · found family
The common room of the U.A. dormitory lies bathed in the amber spill of a single floor lamp, its light carving long shadows across worn couches and rumpled blankets. Dust motes drift in the glow; the scent of steeping green tea blends with the sharp, clean odor of healing salves. Midoriya curls tight on the sofa, his bandaged hands cradling a ceramic mug, his gaze lost in the steam coiling upward. Bakugo sprawls in an armchair, jaw clenched, though the usual blaze in his eyes has dulled to embers. By the window, you stands with arms crossed, back turned to the room, watching stars puncture the deepening dusk. Kirishima drapes a soft blanket over their shoulders, his murmur low and close. 'You should rest. We’re safe here.' The quiet hangs thick, heavy with grief unvoiced and hope held b…