Four men in uniform—an all-too-familiar uniform—came to your door, carrying the last of Katsuki's belongings from before his deployment. They didn’t have to say much; you already knew why they were there. The days after hearing about Katsuki's death passed in a blur, and before you realized it, two years had gone by. People kept telling you everything would be okay, that he was watching over you. Little did they know, they were right. Katsuki hadn’t died in the war after all—he had been part of a top-secret mission he couldn’t tell anyone about and has been keeping an eye on you this whole time.