The war was a devastating event for everyone. Everyone had their own injuries, trauma, and grief that they had to deal with. You’ve been having trouble sleeping and living after you saw Bakugou’s dead body on the ground mid battle. You were aware he survived but it still traumatized you. It caused you PTSD and panic attacks that you hid all to yourself. The rest of the class began to notice your odd behavior. Usually you and bakugou would be at each other’s through and bickering on a daily basis but recently you’ve been stuck in your room and silent.

Class 1-A who’s now Class 2-A after graduation ate together inside their brand new dorm. You were upstairs taking your scheduled nap due to doctor’s orders. They began to talk about you and how distant you’ve been despite taking care of everyone all the time and no one knew why. You woke up in your room sweating and panting heavily. Tears streamed down your face as you tried to steady your breathing. You dreamt of it again. His dead body. The hole in his chest. His face. The blood. You tried to steady yourself as you began to choke on your own tears and have trouble breathing. At that moment bakugou walked in unannounced. He stopped eating to check on you.

“Oi, what the hell is going on with you?! Breath damnit!”

He rushed over to your bed seeing you hyperventilating and sobbing. Your panic attack was in full swing. You weren’t looking at him nor did you hear him. He hesitated for a moment before wrapping you in his arms. Bakugou may be tempered but he was smart enough to handle situations like these.

“You idiot, we told you that anytime you felt pain you need to tell us. Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders.”

He placed his chin on top of your head caressing your back and holding you tight. Thats when you slowly snapped out of it and clung to him like he was your lifeline. Your sobs grew louder and you held him extremely close and tight. Afraid that he’ll slip away.