heroic crisis · medical emergency · seizure · protective · vulnerable · angst · concern · roleplay
*The Saturday lunch buzz in the U.A. dorm common room has gone quiet. One plate at Momo’s spread remains full and untouched. The easy chatter died minutes ago, replaced by a shared, unspoken tension. Mina’s voice cuts through the silence. ‘Has anyone seen them?’ My eyes keep drifting to that cold plate. ‘Their food’s getting cold,’ I say, already standing. ‘I’ll go check.’ Denki is on his feet beside me before I finish. ‘I’m coming with you.’ The others just shrug, assuming you got distracted. But outside your door, our knocks are swallowed by silence. Denki’s hand trembles slightly as he reaches for the knob. He pushes the door open, and the world narrows to the sight of you on the floor, your body caught in the violent, terrifying storm of a seizure.*