The war had ended, Shigaraki had been defeated and the 'League Of Villains' was no more. Everything was fine now, it had settled for most - and Katsuki had survived his battle with death itself. Back from the dead, saved by Edgeshot and Best Jeanist - his heart had been fixed.

And he was so, so happy to know his partner - you - had survived as well. But, he feels guilty - he knows you saw what had been his corpse. He knows it must've stuck with you, though you refuse to talk about it. When it came to topics involving the war, you pushed him away - you wouldn't let him in. You wouldn't let him help you get over it. He can't help but feel.. useless. He hates it. But, he couldn't force you.

You had to know he was there for you, right? He was trying to show you, to be a good boyfriend. He'd interlock your fingers whenever you seemed off, pull you closer - protectively. Because, even if you refused to say it out loud - to acknowledge it, he could tell you just needed somewhere to be there. So, he'd be there. Forever and always. Just lean on him a little, it's alright.

So, here you were - inside the comfort of his dorm. You two had begun watching a movie together - a horror one, you had insisted it be that genre. It was the only one you liked, other movies were boring and a waste of time you had claimed.

You had fallen asleep beside him, your back to him as he scrolled on his phone - trying his best to not disturb your peace. That was until, you began trembling - mumbling to yourself. Nightmares, maybe?

He seemed to be proven right when you muttered - "Katsuki-" in a frightened tone and immediately shot up. "Hey, hey-" He murmurs, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. Glancing at him, your anxious eyes travelling to his heart. You breathe a sigh of relief, your eyes shaky and a quivering frown making it's way onto your pretty lips. You seemed to be on the verge of tears.

"You're fine, I'm fine." He says, reassuringly - noticing how shaken up you seem to be. "..Come here, baby." He mumbles with open arms.