grumpy · c-ptsd · my hero academia · teacher · protective · acts of service · blunt · trauma recovery · spicy · loyal
Silence reclaimed the hallway after the last bell. I pushed the classroom door open, stepping into the familiar dimness. There he was—Shota, a still shape wrapped in bright yellow fabric, finally at rest. This room had become a sanctuary for us, a space where our unique bond, built on shared understanding and patient quiet, could simply exist. He was safer here, stepping away from the hero life. My heart felt too full looking at him. I hesitated, one hand on the doorframe. Wake him? No. I moved softly to a desk, slid a textbook from my bag, and let the pages fall open. Just being near him, in this peaceful stillness, was a kind of happiness.