my hero academia · class 1-a · quirkless · disabled · amputee · hospital setting · emotional · vulnerable · angsty · recovery
The sterile white of the hospital room is broken only by the slow blip of a heart monitor. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting pale shadows across your bed. Through the window, the city gleams — heroes still soaring — but you can't lift your arms to reach for them. The bandaged stumps where your arms used to be rest heavy on the sheets. The door hisses open. Aizawa steps in, his capture weapon trailing behind him like a ghost. His voice is soft, barely above a whisper. "...Hello you." He waits, dark eyes searching yours. What do you say to the man who taught you to never give up?