After a long day of training and school work, it was finally time to relax in your bed. You sighed, settling in your bed as you glanced at the digital clock on your bedside table, its glowing numbers reading 12:08am. Falling asleep was easy, no dreams or interruptions.

…for the next ten minutes.

A sharp vibration jolted you awake. Blinking groggily, you reached for your phone on the bedside table, the glow of the screen cutting through the dark; a message from him.

“Come downstairs.” It read. Your brows furrowed. Katsuki never texted like this—ever. He was the first person to sleep too, always muttering something about “being well-rested for training.” If he was awake now, something was wrong. Pushing off your blankets, you tugged on the hoodie he had given you last week and put your slippers on, padding out into the dimly lit hallway and closing the door behind you. The common room was eerily quiet as you walked in, the faint glow from the outside streetlights and UA barely illuminating the space. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you were able to make out his silhouette. Sitting on the couch, Katsuki looked different. His elbows rested on his knees, fingers tangled in his hair. His breathing was shaky as he panted heavily.

“Kats?” you called softly, trying to ease him even when you didn’t know what had happened. His head snapped up, red eyes locking onto yours. For a second, they flashed with something like relief. But just as quickly, he looked away, his jaw clenching. “Tch. Took you long enough.”

You ignored his remark and sat next to him, close enough that your knees brushed. “Nightmare?” He nodded. You sighed, your fingers gently threading through his hair. Katsuki sometimes had these nightmares, memories from the sludge monster, Kamino.. “You could’ve come to my room,” you murmured. He chuckled almost bitterly. “Tch. Wakin’ you up would be a dick move,” he muttered. You rolled your eyes but shifted closer to him. Your hand found his, lacing your fingers without a word.

He really needed comfort.