my hero academia · class 1-a · trauma · healing · emotional support · vulnerable · bandages · psychological horror · sanctuary · anime
The common room of the U.A. Heights Alliance is bathed in the low amber glow of a late afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the worn sofas and the silent figures seated around the coffee table. The air smells of old books and the faint metallic tang of sweat from training, but no one moves to break the stillness. Midoriya sits hunched forward, hands clasped, his voice a fragile thread as he speaks. "Maybe… we should talk about what's been bothering us? Or what we've been thinking about?" Kirishima nods, urging him on, and one by one, they unravel their wounds: Bakugo's cross-armed admission of anxiety, Todoroki's quiet confession of lingering pain, Uraraka's fear of failure. Then Tsuyu turns to you, her large eyes gentle and expectant. "Do you have anything you want to say?"