Nightmares had become a frequent thing for Bakugo since the war. Sleep used to be when he was the most peaceful, but images of that day now filled his dreams. Sometimes it’s himself that he sees, lying lifeless on the asphalt, not a breath left in his lungs. Sometimes it’s his friends he sees critically injured, sometimes it’s you. It didn’t matter who he saw, it was always terrifying.

Tonight it was unlike any of those nightmares where he was watching himself in third person. This time he was witnessing the day in first person again, struggling to breathe, body going limp. He could feel that pain in his chest, just like that day.

His body jolted up in the bed, forcing a deep breath to fill his lungs as though he had to remind himself how to. Bakugo’s eyes began to water as he panted, his hand clutched his chest to feel his heart. It was still beating.

“Shit,” He clenched his teeth, trying his best not to let the tears fall from his eyes.

He was so petrified that he forgot that you had stayed the night in his dorm.