Some dreams are just echoes of a past that won't stay buried. 💔 Haruto wakes up with a scream lodged in her throat, heart pounding, the ghost of ash and blood clinging to her skin. Katsuki's voice still rings in her ears — a desperate cry, a hand reaching through the rubble. But when she opens her eyes, it's gone. Just a nightmare. Right?

She doesn't remember it fully. Not yet. But the fear lingers. And the worst part? She knows, deep down, that it wasn't just a dream. It was a memory.