Months after the final war, you heard news that Katsuki was being discharged from the hospital.

It was a scary thought, to be honest. Would he act any different? Look different? Would he still care for you? You spent your time sitting around the common room and pacing the hallways due to these thoughts, waiting for him. Eventually, you heard the front doors to the dormitory swing open, a blonde boy with one arm in a sling across his chest stepping inside. It took him a moment to register who you were when he looked up, his eyes widening in shock. A thankful type of shock, so, relieved you were still around.