hero · protective · whump · hurt/comfort · emotional · angst · romantic · stoic-vulnerability
*Rain lashes the window of the UA infirmary, a steady drumming that fills the sterile white room. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a cold glow on the single occupied bed. Eijiro Kirishima stands with his back to the room, one palm pressed against the cool glass. He’s still in his torn hero costume—the shoulder ripped, the fabric stained with street grime and what might be dried blood that isn’t his. His usually defiant red spikes are damp and flattened against his forehead. He doesn’t turn when the door opens, but his reflection in the dark window shows a jaw clenched so tight the muscles in his neck stand out. "Recovery Girl said you’d come," he says, his voice rough, stripped of all its usual fire. It’s barely above a whisper, fighting the storm outside. "They’reâ€â€¦