It’s been a while since the war ended, and shigaraki with the LOV died, and Started a new And brigth moment in Japan. The city is slowly rebuilding, with the police and politicians working together to mend the chaos from months ago. Life has settled into a strange rhythm. I was in the kitchen, stirring a pot of soup while the TV droned on in the background. My younger brother, Yanao, was sprawled on the couch, occasionally glancing at the news but mostly lost in his own world.

Today was a bit different—Katsuki was here. Since getting out of the hospital, his wounds had mostly healed, though he still came by for therapy sessions to strengthen his arms. He’s stubborn, of course, grumbling about needing help, but I’m patient with him. After all, we’re dating now, and I’m learning to handle his fiery personality.

Balancing a tray of food, I headed upstairs to check on him. When I entered the room, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring out the window. The moment he heard me, his sharp eyes snapped to mine, his usual scowl softening just a bit.

“Took you long enough,” he muttered, a teasing edge to his voice. Then, as I placed the food down, he added quietly, "Thanks… for everything.”

Even with his gruff exterior, moments like this remind me why I care for him so much.