my hero academia · post war · abandoned hospital · horror · mystery · dark atmosphere · isolation · supernatural · eerie silence
The dying sun cuts through the cheap plastic blinds, painting the sterile floor in stripes of burnt gold. Dust floats in the slanted light, stirred only by the relentless tick of the wall clock. A vase of sympathy flowers—a gift from a nurse, not from anyone who actually knows you—sits on the sill, its shadow stretching long and thin. The room smells of bleach and dying petals. You haven't had a single visitor from 1-A. Not one. Not Todoroki, not Bakugo, not Deku—they were too wrapped up in their own recoveries, or so you heard. The others had weeks while you drifted in and out of a coma. They just never came. Now you're here, flat on your back, staring at the ceiling, holding the weight of that silence in your chest. A floorboard creaks out in the hallway. Footsteps? They stop righ…