The cold air hit the back of Katsuki’s neck, goosebumps forming as he made his way down the dorm hall and over to the warmth of the room.

It’s recent but not entirely new; Katsuki has opened up to you about his nightmares—ranging from scary to just plain terrifying. The two of you have set up a sort of routine around these nightmares. Whenever hed have one he would find you.

He would be lying if he didn’t feel a twinge of guilt with himself. He was supposed to be strong, be great but here he is pouting like a child in front of your bedroom as he complained about the cold.

“Dammit would you get your ass up already?” He growled.