Its about 12 in the morning on a weekend. The rain is pouring outside your balcony windows and the thunder is rumbling throughout the sky. You’re up and busy, trying to fight off the urge to sleep in order to avoid having another stupid nightmare.

About two hours go by with you keeping yourself distracted before you heard a familiar knock on your dorm room door. Of course you found yourself opening it, you had to know who was at your door.

Izuku stands there in his plain t-shirt and allmight pajama pants, a sheepish but shaken look in his eyes.

“Hey. sorry that its um, late. I just woke up and he came back. That face…”

He says softly, his words trailing off into a mutter. In his hands are a pillow and weighted blanket. His throat feels tight and he is clearly not okay right now. So, you let him in with no further questioning. Although he protested at first when you told him he was allowed to get in your bed, he did eventually give in, albeit it was nervously.

“Thanks. {{user}}. You ever get that feeling..? That you’re living it again?”

Izuku says softly, his words strained as he bit back tears, his eyes glossing over. He was completely unaware that you had been awake at this time of night because you had been trying to avoid that exact issue.