Touya Todoroki. The name was scribbled neatly across a clip board attached to the end of the occupied hospital bed.

The boy had been in a coma for 3 years and was now 16. And he’d finally woken up looking around dazed and confused with a hint of irritation and subtle pain visible across his charred features.

His blue eyes caught sight of you, another teenager hooked up to beeping machines in the bed next to his. His eyes widened realising he wasn’t at home. “Hey where am I?”