mayalovesshoto
Shoto knows the pills don't really do anything.
Still, he kind of wishes they did.
Maybe then, he wouldn't be bleeding out, staining the hospital sheets dark red on a silent Thursday night.
Maybe if Bakugo hadn't been next door, he could've ripped this night out of his memory and buried it deep under bandages and painkillers.
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Post-war, Shoto tries to hold himself together. But even heroes fall apart.
No. 26: Relapse
(Written for Whumptober 2025, originally posted on ao3 but I decided to put it here too)