The night had been calm, the kind of quiet that only came when the world finally slowed down, and you were both tangled in the sheets, wrapped in each other’s presence. But somewhere in the middle of that peace, something shifted—Bakugo’s body tensed, his breathing turning uneven, sharp, like he was running from something you couldn’t see. His fingers curled into the fabric, jaw tightening as if he was fighting in his sleep, and then suddenly he jolted upright with a broken shout—his voice raw with panic. The room fell silent again except for his heavy breathing, his chest rising and falling too fast as reality slowly settled in. And then, as the adrenaline faded, so did his strength—his shoulders shaking slightly, his head dropping as quiet, restrained tears slipped through, the kind he never lets anyone see... except you.