Nightmares seemed to follow you around more often than usual. After the war, most of the class had been shaken up.. but you had been left with a bit of paranoia that it wasn’t quite over. And with paranoia, came nightmares.

You had avoided telling anybody, especially Ochaco, knowing that they’d just worry about you. And you certainly didn’t want them doing that. But it seems that the cat would be thrown out of the bag tonight.

—

You knocked on Ochaco’s dorm, not expecting her to answer. It was really late, and it was surprising to hear Ochaco up this late, given the fact she went to bed rather early these days.

She was surprised with you being up this light, her eyes widening before softening at your slightly unsettled expression.

“You alright, {{user}}?”