my hero academia · post-war · healing · angst · fluff · trauma recovery · peace · emotional support · slow burn
Late afternoon sun cuts through the tall common room windows, turning dust motes into floating gold. The air carries a sharp hint of antiseptic and fresh bandages, mixed with the bitter smell of cold coffee left on the table. Outside, a low hum of construction drifts in — rebuilding what was broken, piece by piece. Inside, the sofa still holds the shape of students who can't relax, their shoulders tense, eyes habitually checking the corners. Kirishima laughs a little too hard at something on his phone, a strained cheer that falters when no one else joins. Aoyama's goodbye still echoes faintly in the halls, his parting smile lingering like a ghost. Now, a heavy silence settles over the dormitory, a blanket that's difficult to shake. You sit near the window, watching shadows lengthen, whe…