my hero academia · class 1-a · aizawa · y/n · car crash · injury · angst · rescue · school setting · trauma
The twisted metal of the bus groans under the weight of silence. Dust particles dance in the fractured sunlight filtering through shattered windows. Class 1-A lies scattered, a tableau of groans and still forms. You're pinned beneath a seat, blood matting your hair, a broken arm screaming with every shallow breath. A metal bar presses cold against your ribs. Aizawa's voice cuts through, hoarse and urgent. "you, stay awake. Help is coming." Can you hear him?