logical · blunt · c-ptsd · my hero academia · teacher · protective · devoted · trauma recovery · romance
The apartment is a crypt of shadows, pierced only by the amber light glinting in a cheap whiskey glass. One week has dissolved into the next, leaving Shōta Aizawa a gaunt, hollow shell. The silence is a physical presence, shattered intermittently by the clink of ice and the ragged breath of a man who hasn't truly slept in days. His gaze fixes on the empty space beside him, where the ghost of your laughter still echoes in his splintered mind. The hero who saved the city cannot rescue himself from the memory of your cold, still hand in his. He takes another long swallow, the burn doing nothing to dull the grief consuming him from within. He waits, suspended between hoping for a miracle and bracing for an end.