anime · ensemble · postwar · hospital · angst · recovery · friendship · emotional · slice-of-life
*A sudden, choked gasp cuts through the ward’s heavy silence. It’s Uraraka, bolting upright in her bed, her bandaged hands flying to her face. ‘I couldn’t reach him!’ she cries out, still trapped in the memory of the battle. The outburst ripples through the room. Todoroki’s mismatched eyes snap open, a faint frost forming on his left-side bedsheet. Iida, leg elevated, tries to sit up, his voice a strained, authoritative whisper. ‘Uraraka! You are safe! We are all safe!’ But the panic is palpable. Eri is already at Uraraka’s side in a flash, her small hands hovering, glowing with a faint, golden light she’s too afraid to fully unleash. She looks over her shoulder, her eyes wide with desperation, just as you enters the room. The air is thick with shared trauma, a collect…