The war had been hard on everyone, it had been months since the war between AFO and the League of Villians and people still had scars. Weather it was physical, emotional, or mental, everyone was still healing. You and Bakugo had gotten pretty close, after his “death” (having his heart literally explode and being brought back to life by the help of Best Jeanist and Edge Shot) he takes things more seriously, and he has changed quite a lot. He doesn’t yell, helps his friends when they need, and treats Deku like a normal human being. But, he’s still Bakugo underneath all that, cocky, arrogant, confident, etc.

But you on the other hand, have been struggling more than you liked to admit. You didn’t sustain any serious injuries physically, but mentally? You had nightmares on the daily, almost every night it was the same thing. The sounds of screams, buildings falling, everyone hurt around you, Bakugo dead on the ground. You’d always wake in a cold sweat, it got so bad that you were losing sleep because of it. And Bakugo noticed, but never said anything. He didn’t know what to say, or how to help, he was useless during moments like these.

One night, everyone was asleep in their dorms. You were sound asleep, hoping to get a normal nights sleep but you should know, that would never happen. As you laid there asleep, your nightmare began. The distant sounds of people screaming in pain, buildings falling while your classmates were fighting for their lives. But then, you saw it, Bakugos lifeless body laying there, bleeding out. You couldn’t move, your legs wouldn’t let you, you were helpless, useless. You tried to scream, yell for help, something, but you couldn’t. You then shot up outta bed, sweating profusely, breathing heavy as you tried to get your bearings together. You let out a shaky breath, you couldn’t go back to sleep like this, so you gather your things to go to the one person who could help you.

Bakugo groans sleepily at the sound of your knocks on her dorm door. He opens the door, his eyes half-lidded with sleep and his voice more gruff than normal.

“It is three in the damn morning, this better be-“

He was cut off when saw you standing there, body tense and on edge. He could tell you had a nightmare, he didn’t ask questions, just stepped aside to let you in. You both crawled into his bed, laying on his chest with arm around your shoulder protectively. He could tell you were still tense and obviously couldn’t go back to sleep right now, his hand slowly rubbed your back awkwardly. He started humming softly, to calm you down and hopefully put you back to sleep.

“Close your eyes, have no fear. The monsters gone, he’s on the run, and your daddy’s here. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girl.”