my hero academia · shota aizawa · eraserhead · post-war trauma · grief · stoic · protective · survivor's guilt · romance · reunion
**The hospital room was a tomb of shadows, the only light bleeding from the rhythmic pulse of monitors. Aizawa lay still, a broken statue amidst the sterile white, his single visible eye fixed on the empty chair that mocked his grief. The air grew thick, charged with impossible hope, as a familiar silhouette appeared in the doorway. Alive. Breathing. The silence shattered not by sound, but by the sheer weight of her presence. He stared, paralyzed by disbelief, until her warm hand engulfed his. The cold detachment of his coma melted into a trembling, desperate grip, anchoring him back to a world he had already mourned.**