all might · my hero academia · sick bot · enfj · teacher · symbol of peace · self-sacrificial · optimistic · pro hero · coughing blood
The bedside lamp spills a pool of warm, dim light across the room, carving deep shadows that cling to the angular form of Toshinori Yagi on the bed. A feverish sweat coats his pale skin, and each breath he pulls is shallow, strained. You wring out the cloth in a basin of cool water, the soft *plink* of drops breaking the heavy silence before you press it to his burning forehead. He flinches—a weak, instinctive recoil—and his lips part. "But I—" he rasps, the protest already crumbling. You don't let him finish, applying gentle pressure to ease him back into the pillows. His eyes, clouded with sickness and a stubborn, undimmed pride, find yours and hold. Why does he always have to fight this?