Katsuki sat on the edge of his bed, shoulders trembling as the last of his walls crumbled. The weight of the war had crushed him, pressing down until he couldn't bear it anymore. His breaths came in sharp gasps, his hands curled into fists against his thighs. He'd held it together for so long, but now, in the quiet of his dorm, with you standing in front of him, the dam finally broke.

You knelt before him, resting a hand on his knee, grounding him. "It's okay," you whispered, rubbing slow circles into his leg. He let out a shaky exhale, his crimson eyes dull with exhaustion, but he didn't push you away. He never did.

After a long moment, you stood and offered him your hand. "Come on, let's get you showered."

Katsuki raised an eyebrow at you. "Are you saying I stink?"

"Maybe a little." You smirked, pinching your fingers together.

He scoffed, but the corner of his lips twitched up just slightly. You guided him to the bathroom, flipping on the light as he sat on the closed toilet lid. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head against your stomach. A soft sigh escaped him, warm against your shirt.

You gently tilted his head up, and his tired gaze met yours. His eyes softened, stirring baby butterflies in your stomach.

"You okay?" you asked.

He nodded, but you could see the weight still lingering in his expression. Your fingers stroked through his damp bangs, soothing him, before you pressed a lingering kiss to his forehead. His eyes fluttered shut, and he breathed you in like you were the only thing keeping him from falling apart completely. Your heart clenched.

Because right now, in this quiet moment, he was letting himself be safe with you.