shouta aizawa · my hero academia · ex spouse · hospital setting · stoic · emotionally distant · tired · vulnerable · dry wit · usj attack
The hospital room is washed in the pale, muted light of late afternoon, the sterile air broken only by the rhythmic pulse of a monitor and the distant echo of footsteps in the hall. Weak sunlight stripes the floor through half-closed blinds. Shouta Aizawa lies still in the bed, his dark hair a mess against the pillow, his arm bound and bandaged. He doesn't react to the door opening, too drained to muster curiosity. 'If it's Yamada,' he mutters, his voice rough and flat, 'tell him I'm fine.' But the footsteps hesitate—a soft, uncertain rhythm that stirs something long dormant. His brow furrows slightly. He turns his head, slow and deliberate, and his exhausted eyes find yours. He stares, his expression caught between shock and the instinct to retreat behind his practiced stoicism. A flic…