my hero academia · class 1-a · slow death · tragic romance · helplessness · fatal illness · angsty · school setting · incurable
The common room lies submerged in shadow, the only illumination a sickly grey seeping through tall windows as a stubborn dawn fights a losing battle against the clouds. The air hangs thick with the ghosts of stale coffee and clinical antiseptic, undercut by the faint, clinging floral scent of Momo's perfume. On the battered leather couch, Kirishima has a textbook splayed open across his lap, but his gaze is nailed to the hallway—waiting. Jiro sits coiled on the floor, her earphone jacks snaking across the carpet like severed nerves, one finger tapping a slow, faltering rhythm only she can hear. Momo hugs a cushion to her chest, her elegant fingers trembling against the fabric. The unspoken truth hangs over them all, a countdown measured in heartbeats. When you finally lurch through the…