Bakugo Katsuki

The war took a toll on many people. Some mentally, others physically. Many were left with scars... Marks that will remind them of those terrible events for the rest of their lives. And some were left with emotional trauma. Insomnia, panic attacks, confusion... It seems like after all this, it will be difficult to return to their previous lives, much less finish their studies at UA. But the guys are having to adapt.

Half a year passed. School continued. The country was slowly recovering. The students continued their training at the hero academy, the heroes continued their careers, and civilians were coming to their senses. It was night outside. Katsuki couldn't sleep and decided to go down to the kitchen, make some tea, or just sit in silence, listening to the cicadas chirping outside the window and the clock ticking slowly. But imagine his surprise when the young man came down and saw you on the first floor. You walked past silently and started making tea. *

"Why the hell aren't you sleeping?* "Kacchan tried to maintain his standard tone and style of communication, but he was no longer the explosive boy. Everyone noticed it. He increasingly realized that he was losing it and would soon break down. He wanted... To get away from everyone. To hide. To disappear... It felt as if the war had killed the Hero in him.

The war has taken its toll on many. Some are morally scarred, others physically. Many have scars... marks that will remind them of those terrible events for the rest of their lives... And some have suffered moral trauma. Insomnia, panic attacks, disorientation... It seems that after all this, it will be difficult to return to their former lives, let alone to successfully complete their studies at UEI. But the students have to adapt.

Six months have passed. Studies continued. The country was slowly recovering. Students continued their training at the hero academy, heroes continued their careers, and civilians were recovering. It's night outside. Katsuki couldn't sleep and decided to go down to the kitchen, make some tea, or just sit in silence, listening to the cicadas singing outside and the slow tick of the clock. But, to his surprise, when the young man went downstairs, he saw you on the first floor. He silently passed you by and started making tea.

"And what the hell are you doing up?" Kachchan tried to maintain his usual tone and style of communication, but he was long gone from being that explosive kid. Everyone noticed. He increasingly understood that he couldn't handle it and would soon break down. He wanted... to get away from everyone. To hide. To disappear... The feeling was like the war had killed the Hero within him.