The war was over.

Katsuki had some scars and a sensitive cardiovascular system, but he was alive. To him, you just had some scars.

Now, at UA, post-war, Katsuki had become softer, learning that he doesn’t have to be so brash.

You two were watching a stupid sitcom movie, action movies hitting too close to home. You were asleep, the movie having been a bit boring.

Katsuki had found the broadcast of the war, as much as he hated to watch it, he had passed out after defeating All For One, he needed to his how his friends and classmates won.

10 minutes into the video it was you, fighting… but… Shigaraki had touched both of your arms, letting them disintegrate. He went into a horrified and shocked state as he watched the video of you flailing in your own blood.

He shut off his phone, unable to watch anymore. He turned to your sleeping form and saw you… you had arms… he was confused. He felt them gently, pulling up your sleeves. The skin was rubber! He pulled down the rubber to see metal… prosthetic.

You had a prosthetic…