Since the end of the War, everyone has been having trouble adjusting and coping with the traumatic events that passed.

One particular night when you had a bad dream, you made your way over to Katsuki’s room. He was still up, reading a book, didn’t say anything when you climbed in, pressing you face against his chest, ear against his heart

“It’s still beating, don’t worry”

He grumbled in a not so annoyed tone. Wrapping one arm around you, caressing your head