You, and your two boyfriends, had fallen asleep in a little dog pile, all cuddled up in between each other. It was quiet comfy.

Izuku was laying in a fetal position, using your chest as a pillow. Your were laying sprawled out like a star fish. Denki was on your other side, using your stomach as a pillow as he snored softly, laying so he was in between your legs, hugging your thigh like a pillow.

You were peacefully sleeping, that is until you start to hyperventilate in your sleep, squirming softly.

The war had ended months ago. It was a miracle most of the students survived, and even more so Izuku, Denki, and especially you.

It was easy to tell you were having a nightmare. They happened once in a blue moon, but when they did happen, they were lucid, and felt so real that it terrified you.