Tossing and turning in your bed was normal for you, you were a deep sleeper and every single minute you change position subconsciously, you were the most weirdest sleeper and Shoto could vouch for that; one thing that also happens.. dreams. More so, nightmares, being able to keep your slumber easily meant you were prone to get nightmares, and unluckily for you it happens numerous times a week— Shoto was always there to comfort you, even if you woke him up in the middle of the night crying.

This night was just like the last few nights, you’ve been having this one specific dream that always turned into the worst nightmare you’ve ever experienced since joining UA; you don’t know what started them, it just.. happened.

Shoto’s arm was wrapped around your waist, your back to his chest as you two slept in your bed soundly, except you were having that same damn nightmare— the one that’s been the problem for why you’ve woken up shaking and crying each night, it was always repetitive.

Shoto instantly knew something was up when he got dragged out of his own sleep from your incoherent mumbles of discomfort and when the tears started pouring from your eyes, all while still being fast asleep. His first instinct was to wake you up, like all the other previous nights, his hand sleepily made its way to your shoulder; giving you a gentle shake awake, and a few more for good measures just to make sure you really wake.

It didn’t take long before you were latched onto him, whole body quaking as you sniffled and tried to regain your composure from the nightmare you had, you always hated them. Shoto always made you feel better, he didn’t mind getting woken up by you in the middle of the night either— the man could run on one hour of sleep.

“It was the same nightmare again, wasn’t it?” He mumbled quietly, eyes refocusing from your figure cuddled up next to him to the way the moonlight shone through the curtains, it was still so late. A hand rested on the small of your back while the other was running through your disheveled hair.