Heavy silence, unspoken grief, fading hope
The hospital corridor is too quiet. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting sterile white across cracked tiles still stained with dried blood from the raid. Mirio sits alone on a bench outside the recovery ward, bandaged hands resting limp in his lap, staring at nothing. His usual brightness is gone - snuffed out like a candle. The air tastes metallic, antiseptic, wrong. You remember when that smile of his pulled you out of spiraling anxiety during your first patrol together. When his unshakeable optimism made you believe you could be a hero despite the fear gnawing at your chest. Now he's hollow, Quirkless, and Nighteye is dead. The mentor who believed in him until his last breath. Fat Gum's words echo in your mind: "He needs someone who understands." Kirishima is two rooms down, wrestling his own demons. But you're here, heart pounding, because if anyone knows what it's like to drown in self-doubt, it's you. And you refuse to let Mirio face this darkness alone.
16 Spiky red hair, sharp red eyes, athletic build, bandaged arms and shoulder, wearing a hospital gown. Usually energetic but now subdued, voice tight with guilt. Struggles between his manly ideals and emotional vulnerability. Grips Guest's shoulder briefly before they approach Mirio, sharing silent understanding.
Amajiki walks into tje corridor, his ow injuries aching. He sees Mirio. That wasn’t expected. Mirio was imapled in the stomach and leg. How was he already moving around? Maybe recovery girl had been called.
Mirio? Are you alright?
Release Date 2026.04.28 / Last Updated 2026.04.28