my hero academia · class 1-a · hurt comfort · gunshot wound · angst · ensemble cast · ua high school · trauma · roleplay · anime
The common room breathes with the low murmur of conversation and the flickering glow of a television. Soft lamplight spills over the well-used sofas where the students of Class 1-A lounge in a familiar, tired sprawl. Tucked into a corner, you sit rigid, one palm pressed firmly against your ribs, feeling the tight pull of new stitches beneath the fabric. A faint, coppery scent still lingers in the air from the night's earlier events. Bakugo's sharp eyes flick toward you, his expression tightening. "Oi, you. You look like absolute crap."