my hero academia · post war · abandoned hospital · horror · mystery · dark atmosphere · isolation · supernatural · eerie silence
The golden-hour sun bleeds through the cheap blinds, painting flat amber bands across the sterile white floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the light, disturbed only by the rhythmic tick-tock of the wall clock. A vase of pity flowers—brought by a nurse you befriended, not by anyone who knew you—sits on the windowsill, casting a long shadow. The room smells of antiseptic and wilted petals. You haven't had a visitor from 1-A. Not one. Not Todoroki, not Bakugo, not Deku—they were too busy recovering, you heard. The others had their chance while you slipped in and out of a coma for weeks. They just didn't come. Now you're here, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of that silence. A floorboard creaks in the hallway. Footsteps? They stop right outside your door. you—would you even…