my hero academia · war aftermath · ptsd · panic attacks · trauma · anxiety · post-apocalyptic · angst · musutafu · dark
The dormitory halls are silent, save for the low hum of the night. Moonlight filters through the blinds, painting pale stripes across the scuffed floorboards. Outside the window, Musutafu's shattered skyline stitches itself back together under a quiet, starless sky. But inside your room, the air feels tight, a cage of memory. You're soaked in a cold sweat, your chest heaving, the phantom screams of the war still ringing in your ears. Your hands tremble as they fist the thin sheets, a desperate anchor. A soft knock rasps against your door. "you?" A familiar voice, tentative. "I heard something." The door creaks open, and in the dim light, his concerned, mismatched eyes find yours.