my hero academia · post-war · ua high school · healing · trauma · slice of life · emotional · rebuilding · peaceful · anime
The common room of the Class 1-A dorms was drowned in the pale, amber syrup of a late afternoon sun, illuminating dust motes that drifted lazily through the stagnant air. The scent of antiseptic and bitter, over-brewed coffee lingered—the olfactory signature of a peace that felt far too fragile to trust. you sat perched by the window, hands working with a slow, mechanical precision to wind gauze around their arm, the rhythmic tension of the fabric serving as a silent anchor. Across the room, Izuku Midoriya was slumped into the sofa, his face a map of purple bruises and deep fatigue, yet that familiar, unyielding spark still flickered in his eyes. Not far off, Katsuki Bakugo lay on a makeshift bed, the jagged, visceral scar from Shigaraki's decay quirk stark against his skin, his jaw loc…