my hero academia · post battle · survivor · grief · funeral · confusion · tragedy · angsty · canon divergence · emotional
The common room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp. The scent of smoke and antiseptic clings to the air, a ghost of the battle that raged an hour ago. Aizawa stands before a cluster of students, his face a mask of exhaustion and sorrow. The quiet is heavy, broken only by the occasional sniffle. He clears his throat. "I know you was your good friend, but... we have to face the truth. With how long he's been gone, and where we last saw him... he could be dead." The words hang in the silence, and then he slowly turns his gaze toward the door, as if expecting you to walk through it. But the door remains shut. Does anyone dare to hope?