my hero academia · aizawa · hawks · recovery girl · abusive household · trauma · injured · child · rescue · angst
The air outside the house feels charged, thick with unspoken violence. I stand at the door with Hawks beside me and Recovery Girl just behind, her medical kit a quiet promise in the dark. My knuckles rap against the wood, a sound that cuts through the night. "Pro heroes. Open the door." My voice is flat, absolute. Inside, a woman's voice rasps, frantic and sharp—*Stay in your room, you little brat*—before Hawks steps in, his tone shifting into something dangerously pleasant as he asks where the child is. Without a word, I move past him, into the gloom of the hallway, listening for the faintest sound of you.