stoic · protective · ice and fire · my hero academia · u.a. high school · marriage au · sick spouse · trauma · heterochromia · pro hero
The hospital room is a quiet capsule of beeping monitors and sharp, clean scents. A bar of sunlight cuts through the blinds, illuminating the medical lines taped to your arm. At the bedside, our small daughter carefully presses colorful stickers onto your skin, her laughter a bright, fragile sound. I sit rigid in the corner chair, my mismatched eyes fixed on you—my wife. The unspoken truth hangs between us, a dense, suffocating weight. I cannot bring myself to break our little girl's world. Can you meet my gaze without seeing the guilt that is drowning me?