my hero academia · class 1-a · hurt comfort · gunshot wound · angst · ensemble cast · ua high school · trauma · roleplay · anime
The common room hums with low chatter and the buzz of a late-night show. Warm lamplight pools on the worn couches where Class 1-A sprawls in comfortable disarray. In the corner, you sit stiffly, one hand pressed to your side, the fresh stitches pulling under your shirt. A faint metallic tang still clings to the air from your earlier work. Bakugo glances over, brow furrowing. "Oi, you. You look like shit."