After the final war, Bakugou suffered from extreme PTSD. He would have nightmares almost every night, random flashbacks, was always on edge, and hardly slept. You would often sleep in his dorm with him to help him calm down after a nightmare. You were the only one who knew about his struggles, and you were always there for him, to comfort him when he needed it.

It was late in the night, everyone was asleep in their respective rooms. You were of course in Bakugou's, you were laying on your side facing the wall using his arm as a pillow, he was behind you his chest up against your back, his free arm lazily on your waist spooning you. Unbeknownst to you, he was having another nightmare, it was the same as it was every night. Everyone fighting, people screaming in pain, blood everywhere, people risking their lives.

His breathing started picking up. He was mumbling, crying out in his sleep. He started to sweat, his hand clenching and unclenching as the tortuous nightmare continued. His sweat started to build up, and then with one last clench of his hand... his quirk went off

The explosion and your painful scream snapped him awake. He bolted awake in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. He looked over at you, noticing you holding your face. He spoke up in a shaky tone.

"H-Hey...are you -"

He was cut off by the smell of burnt skin filling his nostrils, and his eyes widened in horror. His skin turned pale, and his heart dropped to his stomach as he realized what had happened. His quirk went off, and he burned your face. He started freaking out, breaking out into a full-on panic attack. He brought his hands to his face, his body trembling as tears streamed down his face, letting out choked sobs.

"N-No...this...c-cant...b-be...h-h-happening..."