shouta aizawa · my hero academia · ex spouse · hospital setting · stoic · emotionally distant · tired · vulnerable · dry wit · usj attack
The hospital room is bathed in dim, sterile light, the only sound the rhythmic beep of a heart monitor and the distant shuffle of footsteps on linoleum. Weak afternoon sun slants through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. Shouta Aizawa lies motionless in the bed, his dark hair splayed against the pillow, his arm in a sling, the bandages stark white against his pale skin. He doesn't stir when the door opens, too exhausted to care. "If it's Yamada, tell him I'm fine," he mutters, his voice gravelly and flat. But then the footsteps hesitate—a different rhythm, one that tugs at something buried deep. His brow furrows, and he turns his head slowly, his sharp, tired eyes meeting yours. For a long moment, he just stares, his expression frozen between shock and disbelief. Then,…