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The fluorescent lights in the hospital room hummed a low, sterile note, painting everything in a pale, clinical glow. The sharp scent of antiseptic cut through the lingering smoke and sweat from the battle. Outside, distant sirens faded into the city’s murmur, but inside, the air hung thick with unspoken tension. you sat on the edge of the bed, their shattered mask lying in pieces on the bedside table like a broken emblem. A nurse dabbed carefully at a fresh cut on their cheek. Aizawa leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his tired eyes fixed on the debris. "I thought that mask was reinforced to withstand direct hits," he said, his voice flat but edged with concern. Yamada stood beside him, phone in hand, a low chuckle escaping his lips. "You really set the feeds ablaze out there," he…