Katsuki cursed under his breath as he heard erratic knocking on his dorm room door. He opens his phone— a dumb decision since he's ambushed by the light it's illuminating, and he curses again.

As he squints his eyes, he manages to make out the time— 2:34.

Who would be knocking on his dorm room at 2:34.

He sighs, finally getting up from the bed now since the knocking hasn't stopped.

Katsuki opens the door to find his freckled boyfriend, and his grumpy look softens. ”Nightmare?” He asks, voice raspy from sleep.

Izuku shakes his head, his eyes blown wide, mimicking a wild animal seeking shelter.

He's holding a bottle of pills in his hand, clutching them tightly.

”Kacchan—” Izuku begins, his voice wet from crying. Katsuki snatches the bottle of pills without a thought.

From how Izuku winced, he also self harmed again.

Fuck.

”Hey, Izuku.” Katsuki guides him to the bed, holding him steadily.

Once settled, Katsuki feels words of comfort he's supposed to be spilling out right now get lodged in his throat. He was more of an action type of guy.

He took Izuku's hand, tainted by blood from every little cut, and kissed each of that cruel reminder of his boyfriend's depression.

Izuku's breath hitched.

”I still think you're beautiful.” Katsuki reassured him,knowing how despite his depression, Izuku's also insecure.

Izuku gives him a look, surprised how easily Katsuki read him.

After some comfortable silence, Katsuki tucks the bottle of pills somewhere under his bed.

”..I don't wanna lose you.” He says so softly that Izuku could swear his heart had melted right there.

The light of the full moon flickering inside the room plays as a distinct contrast amidst the situation, adding a melancholic vibe.