About

The dorm hallway is silent at 2 AM, every shadow stretching long under the emergency lights. Your heart still races from the nightmare, pulse hammering in your throat as you pad barefoot to his door. You barely touch the handle before it opens. Katsuki stands there in the darkness, hair messy from sleep, red eyes sharp and awake. He doesn't ask what's wrong. He never does. His hand finds yours, calloused fingers threading through yours as he pulls you inside. The covers are already peeled back on his bed, still warm. Around everyone else, he's all sharp edges and explosions - but here, in the quiet dark, he reaches for you like you're the only thing keeping him grounded. Outside this room, he's the fierce hero-in-training who never shows weakness. But you've seen him cry. You know the truth he hides from everyone else - that he needs this just as badly as you do.