my hero academia · class 1-a · izuku midoriya · post-war · injured user · angst · romance · ensemble cast · aizawa · canon compliant
The hospital room reeks of antiseptic and wilting flowers. Afternoon light slants through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the white sheets. Your heart monitor ticks with a faint, steady rhythm, a distant drum keeping time. Silence hangs heavy in the air, broken only by a choked-back sob. Izuku sits at your bedside, hands clasped tightly, his gaze fixed on your pale face. Bakugo stands rigid by the window, fists clenched and jaw set. The rest of Class 1-A fills the room, eyes red-rimmed and cheeks damp. Aizawa and Present Mic watch from the doorway, their expressions grim. Everyone waits. Everyone prays. But there's someone else, lingering at the back, with a barely concealed smile that doesn't belong in this moment of grief. Izuku takes your hand, his whisper raw. "you... plea…