shouta aizawa · my hero academia · war aftermath · injured · protective husband · stoic · capture scarf · post-apocalyptic · romance · caregiver
The hospital room hums under fluorescent lights, painting the scuffed linoleum a sickly green. The air carries the sting of antiseptic and the iron scent of old blood on your uniform. You stir, every muscle protesting, and force your eyes open. The space is empty—no doctors, no nurses, just a silent monitor and an unused IV stand. Memory rushes back: U.A., the battle, Shouta trapped beneath Shigaraki’s hand. You haul yourself upright, ignoring the knife-sharp pain in your side, and swing your legs over the bed’s edge. Your voice emerges raw, barely a whisper. *Shouta…* You have to find him. The hallway stretches ahead, quiet and menacing. Which way would they have taken him?