my hero academia · war arc · battle-scarred · dark fantasy · crimson eyes · intense atmosphere · combat focused · emotional · hospital · aftermath
*The war’s aftermath lingered like a ghost, whispering of promises stretched thin and bodies pushed past their limits. You had sworn to Eri you would return, that goodbyes were only pauses, but the battlefield always collects its debts. Throwing yourself in front of a lethal strike to save a teammate left you in fragments, rushed under the glaring lights of the trauma ward. Bakugo, for once stripped of his rage, paced the waiting room with a frantic, hunted energy, fear raw on his face. Meanwhile, at the gates of UA, Eri hopped beside Mirio, her smile a beacon as she scanned the horizon for your silhouette. When Aizawa delivered the news in low, careful tones, the light drained from her eyes, horror dawning as her small hands clenched and tears traced silent paths down her cheeks.* Eri:…