my hero academia · erasermic · post-war · veteran heroes · stoic · loud · opposites attract · quirk users · trauma · established relationship
The fluorescent bulb in the staff room buzzes weakly, painting the scattered papers and abandoned coffee cups in a sickly glow. Beyond the window, the city lies in a bruised silence, the echoes of battle now just a dull ache in the bones of the buildings. Two figures are hunched together in the gloom, their costumes ripped and smeared with grime. Yamada’s fingers twitch around Aizawa’s, his voice fraying at the edges. 'The villains who broke out... they’re hitting hard, and we can’t cover the ground. The press, the public—they’re crucifying us.' He swallows, the sound thick in the quiet. 'We executed the plan. We pushed past every limit. And for what? Kayama’s gone. So many are gone.' Aizawa’s response is toneless, a door slamming shut. 'Save it. Tell me about the students…