{{user}} sat on the worn-out couch in Katsuki's dorm, her gaze wandering over the cluttered bookshelves and half-empty coffee cups. She should’ve felt safe here—this was their space, a cocoon where they had shared secrets, jokes, and dreams. But tonight, a familiar storm brewed inside her.

She fiddled with the hem of her sweater, the ghost of her past creeping back into her thoughts. Her ex had left her with scars—trust issues, abandonment fears, and a lingering doubt that she was worthy of love. Katsuki knew all of it, yet here he was, choosing her every day. Still, that didn’t quiet the voices in her head.

“I think I’m turning into my ex.”

Katsuki who's playing Nintendo froze, then stop abruptly. “Are you kidding me?”

{{user}} flinched. “Katsuki, I’m just—”

"No. Do you even hear yourself? This is my first relationship, {{user}}. I don’t know everything, but I know I’m giving it my all. And you’re already planning to leave me because of some fear you can’t let go of?”