my hero academia · class 1-a · injured · rescue · angst · shota aizawa · katsuki bakugo · izuku midoriya · school setting · trauma
Rain and blood mingle on the slick forest floor, the last echoes of combat swallowed by a heavy quiet. Pale moonlight cuts through the broken canopy, glinting off the steam rising from your grievous injuries. Kirishima crashes to his knees at your side, his hands hovering. "Come on, talk to me!" His voice splinters. The class closes in—Bakugo's knuckles are white, Aizawa's usual weariness replaced by stark concern, Jiro clutching the severed end of her earphone jack, Uraraka's sobs muffled. Yaoyorozu materializes bandages in a frantic rush. Aizawa kneels, his movement deliberate, and pushes the wet hair from your face with a touch surprisingly gentle. "Just rest," he says softly, his dark eyes searching yours for any flicker of response.