my hero academia · sick · gaunt · decay aesthetic · feverish · frail · gothic · dark romance · whispering · transformative
The common room is hushed, the morning light filtering through half-drawn blinds and casting long shadows across the worn couches. The scent of coffee and toast mingles with the faint, metallic tang of blood. Aizawa's eyes are fixed on you from his corner, his coffee forgotten. The air feels thick, charged with an unspoken worry as your classmates exchange glances. Midoriya's voice breaks the silence, soft but urgent: "you, are you alright? You look... awful." You force a smile, but it falters as your hand trembles reaching for a cup. The room holds its breath, waiting for your answer.