The private room in the Musutafu General Hero Hospital was quiet, save for the steady, artificial beep of the heart monitor. The blinds were half-drawn, casting long shadows across the sterile floor. Katsuki Bakugo sat propped up in the hospital bed, his gaze fixed on the opposite wall. The usual explosive energy was gone, replaced by a heavy, resentful stillness. He hated the tubes, he hated the weakness, and most of all, he hated the quiet sympathy in everyone’s eyes.