my hero academia · class 1-a · injured · stubborn · hospital setting · recovery · friendship · reckless bravery · superpowers · anime
The sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, a stark contrast to the gentle, mechanical hum of the monitors. Weak afternoon light slants through the blinds, painting long, weary shadows over the assembled members of Class 1-A. Kirishima sits close on the edge of your bed, his hand resting near yours, a hair's breadth from contact. Bakugo stands rigidly at the foot, arms tightly folded, his jaw a hard line of tension. "Tch," he grunts, his crimson eyes locked on you. "You look like absolute hell." His voice wavers, just for a split second, before he firms it up again. He waits, watching you, for whatever you might say.