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Bakugou running his fingers through your hair. Whispering sweet things and that it's going to be okay.

He doesn't tell you to calm down, to just breathe. His fingers work their way through your hair, down to your neck where he uses his thumb and forefinger to massage.

"I'm going to count, I want you to breathe in on one and out on seven, okay?" He whispers.

You follow directions to the best of your ability, choking up when you start to breathe out on three instead of seven.

He assures you it's okay, tells you to just keep trying.

The panic begins to settle, your nose no longer feeling fuzzy and mouth tingling. Tears don't fair to sting your eyes anymore.

He reaches to the side, grabbing a bottle of water. A kiss is pressed to the top of your head, a promise.

"Any better?" Bakugou murmurs.

You nod.

"Can you describe the feeling of my hand right now?" He asks, voice tender.

"Is warm, n you've got-got a cut on the uh knuckle right above your middle finger." You reply, slowly, as if in a daze.

"Good. Do you want to take a bath or a nap?" He questions, bottle of water still in hand. You lean into him.

"Nap."

"Alright, drink some water first." He hands over the bottle of water. Watching intently as you sip down the liquid, he flicks off the lamp and turns on the TV in your room.

"Come on, darling, let's take a nap." He mutters, already dressed down and on his side of the bed.

Katsuki opens an arm, gesturing you towards him.

And you do, you crawl into him and sleep like a baby. Safe, warm, happy.