crazywritertomboy

You and your friends weave through the crowd of a popular western-themed bar downtown. While they are regulars here, you have never had the time to make it here till tonight. Outside of movies, you never thought a dance floor could ever be so busy. While large groups are standing and swaying there are dozens of people actively dancing with their partners.

Under the lights of the dance floor, you see a woman with short pink hair and a black top dragging a tall black-haired partner out to the floor. They dance expertly till someone comes up behind the pair and steals the woman from her partner mid-turn as if nothing happened while the crowd that has gathered cheers on the new dance partners.

Your eyes widen in surprise as you take in what just happened. “Is this your first time here?” a waitress asks you as she leans up against the bar counting out her tips.

“No, I’ve never been here before,” you say earnestly, eyes never leaving the dancefloor. “Do they always trade partners like that?” You say as your friends walk up behind you.Folding the rest of her bills into her apron pocket she lets out a chuckle, “that was called a steal, it's pretty common here. If you ladies want a show, just keep looking at the dance floor or join in yourselves.” with that she leaves to tend to her tables.

“Let's go dance then,” one of your friends exclaimed as she pulls you from your seat and onto the dance floor. You don't realize it but a pair of crimson eyes track your figure from across the bar every step of the way.

While you have no real interest in being the center of attention on the dance floor you are having a great time playfully dancing around with your friends and the other patrons. But staying with a group on the dance floor is like tracking one leaf in a windstorm, it's impossible. Soon one by one your little group gets separated amongst the warm bodies of the crowd.

You finally realize that you are completely and utterly alone as you come to a stop near the outer edge of the floor. You try to remain unbothered and keep dancing but there is a man who is repeatedly making unwanted advances towards you.

“You look like you know how to party,” he slurs, reaching out to try and pull you in front of him.

“I’m not interested,” dodging his hands and trying to get away from this grabby creep. Only for him to close the gap till you have nowhere else to go. You finally try to tell him that you are not interested, hoping that now he will take the hint and leave you be. He does not and now it is apparent that he has had way too much to drink.

As you try to turn away once again to lose him in the crowd he grabs your wrist with his oily digits and pulls you roughly closer to him. You now can smell the stench of cheap whisky on his breath and possibly The latch of his fake Rolex digs into your skin shapely as your protests are drowned out by the loud music.

As you try to wrestle yourself out from his grip you feel yourself being spun away to the beat. Gratefully, you look into the eyes of your rescuer. His Blonde hair and crimson eyes seem awfully familiar to you, but you're not quite sure from where.

“Oi, is this loser bothering you?” he asks in a gruff voice. Too stunned to speak you nod your head he looks at your wrist, the cut from the watch is now a deep gash, its way deeper than you thought it was.

Knowing that any kind of conversation on the floor is pointless he gently leads you over to the bar where the music is quieter and he would be able to treat the wound with a first aid kit.

“Thank you, I’m y/n by the way,” you say looking over at him eyes shining in adoration at this handsome stranger “You're my hero, I didn't think that guy would ever leave me alone, I tried to say no,

He seems to straighten up at your words, “It's no big deal, that guy is just an asshole” he mumbles.

You find it odd that he hasn't introduced himself as he tries to disinfect your wound, brows furrowed in concentration.

Katsuki Bakugou has never been the best at first aid, but he would never admit it out loud, especially not to a cute stranger like you. But he still finishes the job to his liking.

“I’m done,” he shrugs as he stands turning his back to walk away.

Your eyes shoot open wide with panic, you really don't want him to leave you yet. Your brain racks over excuses and requests before it settles on the most obvious one. “Wait…do you want to dance?” You ask hopefully not seeing the small smile that tugs at his lips.

“Why not,” he says, turning around to face you, leading you to the dance floor as you try not to skip from sheer happiness. Not seeing the glances the other people at the bar send his way.

You're going a bit fast for your liking but in his grip, you feel safe. His hands are warm and smooth and when he pulls you in closer you swear you can smell something sweet. Like burnt sugar.

Although you are a novice dancer you feel that with his lead you have nothing to worry about. Suddenly he lets go of you with a scowl, pushing you behind him. You peek out to see the jerk with the fake Rolex is back and is trying to steal you from your partner.

“Oi, back off. Not this one,” he practically growls as a small explosion seems to spring from his hand. Oh shit.

You realize who you've been dancing with all night, “Dynamight?” you say quietly as the man's eyes widen and do the smart thing and backs away leaving you alone with one of the top pro heroes in the country.

“I guess you really are my hero.” you chuckle nervously. He can't help but let out a laugh.

“You mean you didn't know who I was?” he hoots till he can't breathe.

“Not a clue, I thought you looked familiar but I didn't know from where,” you admit sheepishly cheeks turning red with embarrassment as he continues laughing. If he weren't a pro, he probably would've passed out by now.

“You really are a dumbass” He finishes with a snort.

Feeling embarrassed, your shoulders droop. “Well, I'm not gonna take any more of your time, you heroes deserve your nights off. Thank you for saving me.” You say quickly turning to leave before you make a bigger fool of yourself.

Suddenly he stops you, “Oi, where do ya think you're going?” he asks. Seeing the confusion on your face he continues. “I think I'm gonna need that phone number.”

It's probably a trick of the light but you think you see a bit of pink on his cheeks. Using a pen from the bar you scribble your number down on a napkin with inhuman speed. Handing it out to him not even bothering to try and hide the smile on your face.

He takes it and folds it in his pocket with a smirk.

“Hey Baku-bro, ready to dip? A voice yells from across the bar. His red hair, shark-toothed grin, and pretty much bare chest makes it easy to determine who he is, the sturdy hero Red Riot

Katsuki tsks glaring at his friends. “You don't have to say that so loud shitty hair” he yells back

"I guess you have to go you say,"

That better be your real number," he mumbles as he is dragged away by his friends. Double checking that your phone number is still in his pocket.

After that, the night is fairly anticlimactic, you and your friends end up in an uber and you fall asleep on a couch before you can even talk about what happened earlier.

The next morning when you wake, your neck is stiff and your muscles are tight. But as soon as you look at your phone you see a text pop up.

“Hey Dumbass, It’s Katsuki."

asking you out! — 🫕

so! SO! after some sleepless nights, he came up with a plan

bc your man is smart

he‘d threaten denki to lure you to the cafeteria

well but, he didn’t count in denki‘s dumb ass or your stubbornness

so you‘d basically just leave

lmao katsuki would be SO mad but he‘d catch up to you (bc it’s time!)

while you stare at him bamboozled, he looks as confident as ever, hands tucked in his pockets

„so. uhm. go out with me.“

„like in a date?“

„obviously, stupid.“

„say please.“

this endless teasing was just the beginning. for you at least.

[actual] dating! — 🍓

dates would be really really simple!

and getting comfortable around each other would take him some time

but bear with him!

if he’s comfortable enough he will take you to some fancy restaurant dates or to the library

maybe even picnic dates but only if you wouldn’t tease him about it all day

he still remembers the time he went all in and brought you to a restaurant

„katsu! i always knew you were a softie.“

he‘d never take you anywhere for the following months

of course, arguments are a daily thing

and while he never ever wants to hurt you, he‘d still end up hurting your feelings sometimes

talking and space is key!

give him some time and he‘ll eventually apologise (which will take him a lot)

let’s come to pda!!!

and girls and gays, i’m so not sure about this and this hq is different everywhere

i think he‘d either go all in when he is jealous or become really distant so his friends wouldn’t bug him (or you!!)

oh god, he‘d go rage mode when someone flirts with you or disrespects your boundaries

„i’m gonna kill them!“

„no, you won’t! i’m fine!“

„i’m still gonna kill them.“

[obv doesn’t kill anyone but could pick a fight or, like i said, kiss you in front of everyone.]

even behind closed doors, he‘d be a little distant. no particular reason but he probably doesn’t like the whole physical touch thing.

he absolutely doesn’t mind when you do leave kisses on his face or play with his hair though

he is also extremely concerned about/ with touching you.

he would never in this world forgive himself if he‘d hurt you

ever!

he rarely says that he loves you but shows it through acts of service (or picking on you lovingly)

„are you stupid? damn dumbass! bloody brat!“

„i love you, too.“

anyway.

when you two get all cozy, watching movies and cuddling (katsuki obviously big spoon but loves to switch bc! hold! him! for! a! sec!)

he tells you how much he loves you in your ear

and strangely enough, he is the best listener and comforter

like really. he‘d cook for you whenever you are upset or make you (his best) hot chocolate

in conclusion, the relationship is a pain sometimes but utterly real.

he loves you. he gets annoyed by you but would literally kill for you. bc he only wants you to annoy him (only him) and be safe.

god he loves you so much that he‘d even open up in front of you. completely raw. ugly crying and longing hugs. be there for him!

sex! — 🍷[18+]

your first time with him would obviously be after an argument

he‘d become flustered by your twitching lips and frowning brows

and annoyance eventually turns to desire

he‘d still make sure to not hurt you and always checking up on you

naturally angry sex is common but he‘d never step out of your comfort zone

there are times, though, were he becomes extremely vulnerable and just wants to hold you, capture this intimacy and your beauty

idk he is giving doggy and blowjobs vibes so i think this would be the most common

but completely open to try new things. for you!

for you, he‘d do anything. he‘d always find a way. bakugou never dreamed of having someone by his side that wholeheartedly supports and loves him. he will protect that!

a/n: omg i could go on and on about him! maybe will do other characters as well. have a good night/day 🤍 ly!!

"That was the cutest sound I've ever heard." you deadpanned at him propping your phone up as well.

"You know you hate it when you lie to me, Suki." He scoffed.

"Like I would lie about you being cute." you grabbed your sweats and threw them over your spandex shorts. you threw on one of the hoodies Katsuki bought for you.

"Suki you should wear the matching hoodie." They were both Rick and Morty hoodies but you had Morty, and he had Rick. They kinda matched your personalities. you were the hesitant one that got dragged into stupid shit, and Katsuki was the loud and impulsive one.

"Whatever you say baby." He put it on over his black T-shirt and slipped his shoes on.

"Are you ready?" you asked grabbing your wallet and keys.

"Yeah. meet you in the hallway." He blew kisses into the phone before hanging up. Cute ass idiot. you giggled to yourself as you stepped out of your dorm. you quickly locked it and waited for Katsuki. Less than 2 minutes later, he was walking towards you.

"Hi, Katsu." you smiled at him and he grabbed your hand giving you a quick kiss.

"C'mon baby before we get caught." you snuck off campus together, running towards the 7/11. When you walked in you were surprised to see Aizawa standing in line. He spotted the both of you and you awkwardly waved to him.

"Hey, Mr. Aizawa." you rubbed the back of your neck.

"Why aren't you two on campus?" you opened your mouth to answer but Katsuki beat you to it.

"We were hungry and there's no snacks at the dorm. Plus it's technically Saturday morning we don't even have school tomorrow." Aizawa rolled his eyes.

"Fine but be back on campus by 1:30 or else." you smiled at him and he scoffed walking out of the store. You strolled around a bit settling on the candy section and Katsuki in the chips section. you Picked out his favorites, Hi-chew and Sourpatch watermelons and got your favorite Sweetarts ropes, airhead extremes, and warheads cubes.

"Oi, y/n what do you want?" He called to you from the other aisle. you picked up the basket full of candy and strolled over to him.

"Just get you the family-sized bag of purple Doritos." He smiled.

"tch, you're gonna get a cavity from all that sugar." He glanced at the basket.

"don't worry Suki, I brush my teeth before I sleep!" He shook his head muttering a short dumb ass under his breath. you grabbed a bottle of sprite throwing it in with the chips and candy.

"Suki what drink-" you stopped when you see a petite girl talking to Katsuki. She was gorgeous. Now is not the time to get insecure. you skipped to where they were and you grabbed his hand. "Suki, what drink do you want?" He looked at you and smiled.

"Grape soda?" you nodded giving him a quick kiss and left to get his soda. you walked to the register and put everything on the counter.

"That'll be 1631 yen please." you took your card out but Katsuki side bumped you out of the way and put his card into the reader before you could react.

"Suki," you whined. He scoffed.

"Like I'm actually gonna let you pay." He grabbed the bags and you guys started walking back campus. The girl from the 7/11 stayed on your mind. they seemed to know each other, and he wasn't mean towards her. They even hugged while you were getting his soda. She was shorter than you and had nice curves with a flat stomach. instead of curly hair, she had long blue waves flowing down her back and tan skin. she was literally gorgeous.

you couldn't help but compare her to yourself. your thick thighs, and somewhat chubby stomach and arms. you had a big poofy afro. you didn't have half of what she did and it made you feel awful. He could literally do so much better. Tears sprang to your eyes and you took your bag of snacks from Katsuki.

"Thanks for the snacks Bakugo. I'll see you in the morning yeah?" His eyes clouded with confusion as you sped up your hand shooting up to wipe the tears dripping down your face.

"Hey, Hey, Hey, hold on. What's wrong?" He stood in front of you blocking your path.

"Can we talk about this back at the Dorms?" He nodded and the rest of the walk was quiet. you took the elevator to your floor and went into your room. you put your snacks on the bed and plopped down face first. Katsuki lay on top of you snuggling his face into your neck.

"Now tell me what made you upset." you sighed. He got off of you and put you in his lap.

"Well I saw that girl at the 7/11 and she was literally so gorgeous, and you weren't being mean to her like you usually were, and I started comparing her to me, and you could do so much better-" He cut you off with a kiss.

"Baby you sound like an idiot. First of all yes, that was my ex," you frown widened and he sighed wrapping his arms around your waist tighter, "But i broke up with her for you. You are perfect for me in every way, shape, and form. I wouldn't trade you for the world, and deciding to date you was the best idea I've ever had. The only things that could top the day I started dating you, are the day we get married, and the days you have my kids." He kissed your cheeks. "You are my person. You will forever be my person you understand? I am so in love with you that I'd probably die if you ever left me." He kissed your forehead and your nose. "You are my princess and you plan on keeping you forever you understand?"

you nodded your head and he kissed your lips softly. "Besides, you are the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen. I love your thighs and your stomach. They're so soft and jiggly it's literally like laying on a giant teddy bear." you giggled softly as Katsuki placed his hand on your cheek. "Seriously though, you don't have to worry about any other girls. You're my girl, and you're all I need." He kissed you again making you smile. He opened his chips and turned on the tv. "Now come cuddle me and eat your snacks."

you rolled your eyes but crawled over to him nonetheless. He pulled you closer to him pecking your cheek.

"I love you, Suki." He kissed you again.

The difference is that the soft heat radiating from your sleeping form is gentle and calm. It’s natural and peaceful, Shoto can’t help but find it alluring and oh so comfortable. He never wants to leave from your side, he never wants to lose this feeling of your soothing warmth.

He knows you don’t remember him and they way the two of you were before. But with your arms wrapped around him so tightly, it’s easy for him to pretend that nothing has changed. The both of you are still in high school, falling asleep studying together and cuddling into the night. It’s so - nostalgic - and it feels so real. It’s a facade he doesn’t want to let go of.

And it certainly doesn’t help that you’re holding him so tightly while wearing so little. Shoto’s not one to judge what people wear to bed, but in a house full of men you choose to wear a shirt and panties to bed? What a naïve little thing you are, he thinks fondly as he gently caresses your exposed skin.

Alas, duty does call, his time at his hero agency is drawing near. And as much as he wants to call off and stay by your side, he knows that he can’t. Word of your reappearance has begun to spread and your case has reopened, some of the top hero agencies have been given the task of looking into it again. His agency is one of them. And seeing as he’s a hero in the top 10, it’s only natural that he would be in the group assigned to investigate.

Of course, he was assigned to this only days before he’d actually reconnected with you. And now he’s too worried that if he reveals that he’s in close contact with you now, it’ll be viewed as conflict of interest and they’ll pull him off of the case. So for now he’ll keep everything on the low, work his hours, and find out everything that he needs to know to get his brutal revenge.

That’s why even though it pains his heart to leave you, he slowly extracts himself from your hold, unwinding your arms from his torso. He hadn’t had such a sweet cuddle in so long, he’s certain that it will be the main thing on his mind for quite some time. Mark his words, he will find a way back into your arms again. He adjusts you so that you’re centered in the bed, snug in your blankets in hopes that you won’t notice his absence. Yet, the thought of you realizing he’s gone and missing him does put a smile on his face.

The slowly fading moonlight still streams through your windows, illuminating your skin with an ethereal glow. Your beauty still stuns him even after all this time. It’s still so early, or maybe still so late, Shoto would feel immensely guilty if he robbed you of any more sleep this night. He walks as silently as he can away from your bed towards your bedroom door. Casting a final longing glance towards you, he steps out of your room and into the hall, shutting the door soundlessly behind him.

Shoto leaves your room to return to his own, he won’t be there long though. He changes into some street clothes and double checks his duffle to be sure all the pieces to his hero attire is packed, planning on changing at his agency before his shifts starts per usual. After slinging the bag over a shoulder, he heads into the bathroom at the end of the hall to brush his teeth and tidy his hair a bit. Looking himself over once more before he turns to leave, his thoughts stray to you once more. An uneasy feeling settles in his stomach at the thought of you waking up alone.

Moments later Shoto finds himself before Izuku’s door. He hates to wake the other man at this hour, especially when it’s to go be with you in Shoto’s place, but he’d much rather go to Izuku than Katsuki or Eijiro. He trusts the green haired man significantly more despite knowing all three men for the same amount of time.

He knows that he can work with Izuku, maybe even Eijiro, but Katsuki’s compliance is very unlikely. In the future, he can see the blonde being the one to put up the greatest resistance, especially when taking the relationship the two of you had in the past into consideration. He’ll worry about crossing that bridge when it’s time to.

He knocks twice softly, not wanting to garner the attention of the other sleeping males mere feet away. Shoto’s worried at first, thinking that Izuku had not heard him. His worries are eased seconds later when Izuku opens the door with bleary eyes, his body adorned with a t shirt and pajama pants.

“Shoto-kun.” Izuku acknowledges the other man with a yawn. “Is everything okay?”

“Keep a close eye on Y/N. She…isn’t well.” Shoto answers shortly.

“What’s wrong with her, is she sick?” The mention of you jolts Izuku awake, filling his body with energy that wasn’t previously there. He moves to step around Shoto towards your door but the other man stops him.

“Wait. She’s still asleep.” Shoto didn’t want to tell Izuku about your recent scare originally. Selfishly, he wanted to keep that between you and him alone. But he now sees that it’s in your best interest if he shares that information with Izuku. Your health and happiness is Shoto’s number one concern, and you will be neither happy nor healthy if something like that goes ignored. “A few hours ago I heard hear whimpering and shrieking through the wall that connects our rooms. Had our beds not been placed on exact opposite sides of the wall I probably wouldn’t have heard her.”

“I was concerned so I went to check on her to find her trembling in bed, still asleep. I attempted to wake her gently, but she reacted poorly. I don’t think she could recognize me for the first few moments after she awoke. Once she did though, she began sobbing and latched onto me.” Again, Shoto selfishly basked in the time you spent holding on to him. “When I asked her what happened, she seemed unsure how to answer. She later said that she had a night terror that felt very familiar, like she’d been through that before. There’s a possibility that she was reliving a previously forgotten memory from her time missing.”

The information hits Izuku like a brick wall, he struggles to take it all in at once while trying to actively solve the problem. Izuku’s lengthy skills of cognition come in clutch, allowing all the pieces to snap into place. “Her memories could be returning to her in the form of flashbacks disguised as dreams, or more accurately - nightmares, possibly a very much delayed symptom of PTSD…We should take her to see someone.” Izuku ponders aloud for a moment before looking back at Shoto.

“No, it’s too soon. We should observe more ourselves before we grant others unnecessary access to her, that could create a potential risk.” Shoto’s normal monotonous voice is frostier than usual. “This could be an isolated incident that won’t happen again. The only reason I informed you about it so soon is because I’m concerned about the status of her emotional state when she awakens.”

“I understand what you’re saying, Shoto-kun. I’m still a bit unsure about this though.” The discomfort in Izuku is obvious from the way he bites his lower lip. “So what is it that you think we should do for now?”

“Keep a close eye on her, offer her comfort, and collect any information she gives up. When I asked her what happened in the dream she was very unwilling to tell me. In the moment it was likely too much for her to relive, but that’s why it’s imperative that you get her to open up about whatever it is that she’s uncovered. Any information could clue us in as to what occurred over the 7 years and who masterminded the plot.”

Izuku hadn’t taken Shoto for the long run analytical type. Even after all these years the half and half man’s deductions always seemed fairly far from the truth, starting when he proposed that Izuku was the secret love child of All Might. After that his theories grew even more outrageous.

It seems like even after all of this time, Shoto’s still up to his antics, however maybe this time for the better. Maybe this time he would truly uncover the truth. Izuku sincerely hopes that he can, that would give everyone the happy ending they’ve been longing for.

You could have justice and begin to properly heal once it’s been served. They could find out what really happened to you and your quirk. If they could restore it, you could possibly become a hero and serve alongside them (an idea that Izuku is not entirely fond of). If your quirk couldn’t be recovered, then you could find a new passion in life (hopefully one with little danger) and settle down with a particularly strong green haired hero that you know.

You didn’t know it yet, but you and Izuku were meant for each other even way back then. Your personalities complimented the other’s perfectly and you guys clicked in a way that was impossible to replicate. He’ll give you as much time as you need of course. But when the time is right, Izuku will make certain that you know who you belong with. You will find your happy ending at his side.

“Okay, I understand.” Izuku says after a moment, determination in his eyes. Shoto gives him a curt nod to acknowledge the other man’s agreement. He takes a step to leave but stops in his tracks.

“One more thing.” He says without turning back to look at Izuku. “Don’t let the other two find out about this. Let’s keep this between the two of us.”

He doesn’t wait for Izuku to answer before he turns the corner to go down the stairs. Izuku watches as he walks away, feeling unsure of what his next move. He could go back to bed and wait for you to wake up in a few hours. Or, the option that sounded much more enjoyable, to go and check on you.

It’s obvious which he chose as he closes his door to walk down the hall to yours. He presses his ear against the door, listening intently. He waits to hear something, signs of you being awake, small whimpers that could mean another night mare, he’s listening for anything. But he hears nothing. So as quietly as he can, he cracks your door open. The foot of your bed is only a few feet away from the doorway, so even with the limited two inch crack he creates for himself, Izuku can see your bed. He can see that it’s empty.

With a steady hand, Izuku opens the door slightly wider, trying to locate you within the room. After scanning the room multiple times to be sure he didn’t miss anything, he finds that you’re no where in sight. Panic kicks in, causes the green haired man’s heart to race. He opens the door the rest of the way with little caution, his mind too preoccupied with that fact that he doesn’t know where you are. He checks the windows, looking for any signs of forced entry, but finds the locks in place and the glass undisturbed.

Izuku then remembers that there are windows in the bathroom that could have been used for entry. He takes two big steps forward before a particular sound stops him dead in his tracks. The sound of a flushing toilet, quickly followed by the sound of a running sink. He then understands what’s going on.

When you open the door you are surprised at the sight of Izuku standing before you. You both stare at each other for a moment, both of you too stunned to speak. You decide that you should break the silence to figure out what’s going on.

“-Is everything okay?” You ask cautiously, very unsure of what could bring Izuku into your room at such an early hour. He catches sight of what you’re wearing, feeling heat travel to places other than his face as it darkens three shades in embarrassment. He stumbles to find the right words.

“Y/N I’m so sorry!” He covers his heated face. “I just wanted to check on you and when I didn’t find you in your bed I assumed the worst.” You smile faintly at the sight of such a large man becoming embarrassed like a young teen.

“It’s okay Izuku, I appreciate you coming to check on me.” You step towards him and gently tug at the hands covering his blushing expression. “I’m fine though, I just needed to use the bathroom.”

When his eyes meet your own you give him a soft smile. His eyes search your face, still looking for any signs of danger. He doesn’t find any danger, he does however find the effects of your nightmare that occurred a few hours ago. Your eyes are twinged red from tears and the skin below them is puffy from crying. Your lips look to be chapped and nearly cracked from what Izuku assumes would you you biting on them. Overall your complexion is lacking it’s usual glow and it hurts him to see you this way.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I know there’s a lot going on around you right now, between moving houses and living with new people. It’s a very strange time to be asking, but I want to make sure that with everything that’s happening that you’re doing well.” Ever the gentle giant, Izuku takes your hands into his larger ones and holds them very gently. You don’t know it, but this is his way of prodding for information without him explicitly telling you what he knows. It’s a tactic used often in interrogations. And while this certainly wasn’t an interrogation, Izuku will use whatever tricks he must to find some answers.

You take a moment to ponder his words, searching within yourself for an answer. Are you okay? You’ve been through one weird situation after another and yet you find a lot of peace within yourself. Of course there’s the inner turmoil that surrounds your missing memories. And you did just have that awful dream that, for whatever reason, you can’t remember a bit of.

You can remember what it made you feel, you remember the paralyzing fear and phantom pains that you experienced, which made it all feel so real. It’s not something you ever want to go through again. But not a single moment of the dream caught in your brain. Had you not found the sheets wrinkled where Shoto laid beside you, you probably wouldn’t have any proof that it happened in the first place.

So with as much honesty as you can muster you say to Izuku, “I’m fine. I promise.” You can see the skeptical look in his eye as you say this. It’s obvious to you that Izuku isn’t satisfied with your answer and is still looking to give you the comfort he thinks you need. “But I guess it is a little scary sleeping in a new place all by myself. If only I had someone to lay with me until I fall back asleep.”

Izuku smiles cheekily at your offer. He knows that you’re only doing it for him, but the knowledge that you’re knowingly doing something to please him and willingly welcoming him into your bed, well that just puts him on cloud 9. He takes your hand and tugs you toward your bed. You follow, allowing Izuku to guide you into a comfortable position, one the two of you use often when you cuddle.

He pulls the covers over both of you to shield your bodies from the cold air of the late night. Being pressed so closely against him you only now remember what little clothing you are wearing, you face is set aflame in embarrassment. You wonder if Izuku had noticed your choice in pjs too. You hope that he hadn’t. But he very much had. However, his mind is focused on something else at this moment.

Izuku couldn’t wrap his mind around how calm you’re acting. According to Shoto you had been a sobbing mess only a few hours prior, he can still see the redness of your eyes as a result. So how could you be so composed now? You are certainly a strong willed person and he’s very aware of how much control you have over your emotions. When you were young, the slip of your emotions could lead to people getting hurt so it’s a skill that you must’ve never lost. This however, is something he couldn’t have expected.

Why aren’t you still upset? Why aren’t you trembling and begging for Izuku to comfort you? Shoto made it seem like you were on the verge of a breakdown, but here you are completely fine, snuggling up with Izuku and laying so peacefully. Something isn’t adding up here, yet he doesn’t believe that anyone is lying. Shoto honestly believed that something was wrong and you honestly believe that everything is fine. No one is wrong, but neither one has the full picture yet.

Izuku is determined to put the pieces together to figure out what’s going on in your mind. Especially in your subconscious and where ever the rest of your missing memories are hidden. He pulls you tighter against him, feeling an overwhelming need to protect you. You’re his everything after all, you had been for a very long time and you just never knew. But now that he has you, he’s never letting go.

He can do it.