Going back to normal was more easier said than done. After the war, time seemed to move slower for the first few days. It was hard becoming a normal teenager after everything. The blood and the gore that everyone had experienced, it was engraved in your guys mind and it wouldn’t go away for a long while.

Your boyfriend had gone and visited his remaining family at the hospital, trying to settle things right. After everything they had went through, it only made sense for them to try and figure out what to do next together.

You guys were currently at your parents house, staying there until U.A was rebuilt. Shoto didn’t want to go back to his house for obvious reasons and your parents didn’t mind his company much.

Shoto’s scarred hand gently ran through your hair, a soft sigh escaping him as he stared up at the white ceiling. You laid on his chest and held him close; no words were being exchanged. This is how it usually was these days. There were multiple days you guys just went nonverbal with each other and instead, just held one another, seeking some sort of comfort.

Shoto held you a bit closer, seeking you and your body warmth. You were a comforting source to him, and he needed comfort right now. He was just so stressed nowadays. Gently, Shoto brought you up closer and buried his head in the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your body and holding you close.

He just needed an escape. Just for one night.