After the war it was…weird…it felt wrong to be back to normal life. Some classmates you didn’t see for weeks because of their injuries.

But what was even weirder was the day everyone was released back into the dorms. The air conditioning was cold, everything was where they left it, the pack of UNO cards for game night, the blankets folded on the couch for when they’d build blanket forts. Everything looked…normal. It was far from “normal” though.

You had a hard time sleeping that night, surely everyone did. Awoken from a nightmare of his lifeless body on the battle field. Something you never wanted to see again. With glassy eyes from the welding tears—you found yourself downstairs, deciding to get a drink of water to ease yourself.

“Guess I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t get some damn sleep…”

You recognized that voice, easily, it was Bakugo. You turned around, glass of water in your hands. There he was. Brand new scar on his face, messy hair from tossing and turning in his bed, but most importantly…alive.