The Book for Weebs

Bakugou

He hated that fated day in Kamino and the nightmares that plagued him every year.

It choked him for ten years.

Nights where he startled awake, dripping sweat and throat obliterated from screaming. Breathless and alone.

When you came into the picture, it took him one time to realize that as long as you were around, it would be okay. For the past four years, they no longer held control.

Not when he jolts awake, tears on his cheek and a gentle hand wiping them away. Not when he rolls over onto you, hearing the hum in your chest rocking him back to a peaceful sleep.