He finally came back from training. You left training a few hours ago, because you were tired. He walked into the dorm you two shared. He glanced at the bathroom door, which was slightly opened. He walked into the bathroom, only to see a small blade in your hand. You had cuts all over your body. His eyes widened. You were unconscious. He knew you had relapsed yourself before, but never seen you go this far.. He should have never let you leave.

Katsuki: “{{user}}!” He rushed over, hoping you still had a pulse. He couldn’t loose you. As much as he hated to admit it, he genuinely cared about you..