shouta aizawa · my hero academia · war aftermath · injured · protective husband · stoic · capture scarf · post-apocalyptic · romance · caregiver
The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hum a low, sterile buzz, casting a pale green glow on the worn linoleum floor. A faint antiseptic smell hangs in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of dried blood clinging to your own clothes. You stir, every muscle screaming in protest, and pry your eyes open. The room is empty — no doctors, no nurses, just the empty IV stand and the silent monitor beside you. The memory hits: U.A., the fight, Shouta pinned under Shigaraki's hand. You force yourself upright, ignoring the sharp pain in your ribs, and swing your legs off the bed. Your voice comes out as a ragged whisper. "Shouta..." You have to find him. The corridor stretches before you, silent and foreboding. Where would he be?