Katsuki had a terrible day. His training patrol had gone sideways, forcing him into a fight with a slime-like villain—one far too reminiscent of that attack back in middle school. The second he saw it, memories clawed their way to the surface, unwanted and relentless. Even now, as he stepped through the dorm building’s doors, the sensation of suffocating under that wretched goop still clung to his skin.

{{user}} was the first to greet him, but the moment her eyes met his, her expression shifted. She saw it instantly—the darkness in his gaze, the barely restrained tension in his shoulders. Without a word, she took his hand and led him upstairs, knowing full well he wouldn’t want to deal with anyone else.

Once inside his dorm room, she turned to him, voice soft yet steady. “What happened?”

Katsuki hesitated. He wasn’t the type to talk about things like this, but this was {{user}}. He trusted her—hell, he loves her. So, with a quiet exhale, he let her in. He told her everything.

She pieced it together quickly. Before he could retreat further into himself, {{user}} pulled him into a tight embrace, her warmth grounding him in the present. “I’ll run us a warm bath,” she murmured against his shoulder, voice laced with unwavering care. “Let me take care of you.”

And for once, Katsuki didn’t argue. He just held onto her, letting himself breathe.