Shouta shot up from his spot. His chest was heaving quickly. Sweat beads slid down his forehead and temple. His body felt hot. His eyes frantically searched around the room and saw his wife was sleeping soundly. Shouta removed the blanket from his lap and rubbed his face. He pushed himself up and walked to the twins' bedroom. Slowly, he urged his feet forward. His dark eyes took in the two sleeping children. Julieanne held onto the Eraserhead's plush hand. Youta had his blanket thrown to the side of his crib. He visibly let out a relieved breath. Shouta dug the heel of his palm into his tired eyes. If he was paying attention to his surroundings, he would've heard the soft padding of his wife's feet coming to the bedroom. She sleepily called out to him, "Shouta? Are you okay?"

The past shoulder length haired man turned around seeing his wife leaning against the twins' bedroom door frame. The spaghetti strap of her night gown had slid off of her shoulder. Her hand covered her mouth as she released a yawn. Shouta spoke quietly, "Go back to bed, Kat."

Katrina shook her head pushing herself off the frame. Her hands rubbed her arms to warm herself from the light chill in the home. Shouta placed his hands on top of hers, "I'm fine."

Katrina turned her hand around and gripped his hand. She released her arms and started to drag the man to the kitchen. Katrina released him, "Sit."

He followed her order and sat down at the dining room table. Katrina pulled out the tea kettle and two mugs. Her bare feet padded to the food pantry and pulled out two packs of Chamomile tea. Shouta let out a light sigh, "Kat..."

Katrina turned around to the sink with the kettle. She filled up the kettle. Her eyes landed on her husband, "We'll talk once tea is finished."

Shouta leaned back stretching his legs out underneath the table. There was no room for argument. The cold sweat gave him a chill once his body cooled down. Katrina placed the kettle on the stove. Katrina went to the couch and pulled the blanket off the couch. She wrapped the man in the blanket, "I am sure you're cold by now. I don't want you to get sick. It's close to cultural festival. I am sure you'd want to enjoy that for a bit."

Shouta gripped the ends of the blanket. He effectively wrapped himself into a blanket burrito. Katrina walked back into the kitchen to pick up the kettle before it started whistling. She could see the steam rise out of the spout. Katrina fixed up the two the tea before grabbing both mugs and sat down in front of him. She slid the mug towards him, "Drink. It'll help if you don't remember."

Shouta snaked his hand out of the blanket burrito grabbing the mug. He brought it to his lips. The warm liquid warmed his insides in a good way. Katrina nursed her mug in front of her. She never took her eyes off of her husband, "Tell me about it."

Shouta scoffed, "There's nothing to talk about."

Katrina frowned, "Bullshit. This has been happening for a while. You've never noticed me behind you when you check the twins. We both know it's better to get it out in the open than bottle it up. Isn't that what you told me all those years ago?"

Two teens slept next to each other on a weekend day. Shouta had his arm draped across his girlfriend's waist. What he didn't expect was his girlfriend shooting up from her slumber letting out a strangled sob. Shouta immediately reacted checking on his girlfriend. His eyes could see the light bruise marks that started to disappear around her neck. Her hands wrapped themselves around her neck covering the bruises from his sight. He started to notice she was having trouble breathing. Shouta placed his hands on top of hers as he tried to calm her down, "Take a deep breath, Kat. It's okay, it's me Shouta. No one else is here other than me. Take it easy."

He saw her eyes dart towards him. He went through the motion of taking a deep breath and then slowly releasing it. She started to copy him releasing her grip around her throat. His fingers slowly laced with her own pulling them away from her throat. Now he could see the markings. If he could, he would kill the bastard who placed his hand on her. It was her foster father who started to beat the girl. Shouta spoke softly once he saw his girlfriend was slowing down her breathing, "Want to talk about it?"

She shook her head quickly, "No... I am good."

Shouta urged her again, "It's better to talk about it. It'll help you, I promise Katrina."

Katrina looked down. Her hands gripped the blanket tightly. Katrina swallowed hard, "I... Well... It was a nightmare. I was getting choked again by him."

Shouta watched his girlfriend's face. In the dark, he barely could make out the glisten of tears forming in her eyes. Katrina continued shakily, "It wasn't the only thing he did... He hurt you and Hizashi pretty badly before he went to me. I tried to... I tried to reach out to you two but I couldn't..."

Shouta moved to the edge of his bed, "Stay here. I'll be right back."

Katrina felt a couple tears fall from her face. She closed her eyes tightly as the images started to flood back. She didn't know how long it was happening but by the time she shook her head free from them her boyfriend was coming back holding a steaming hot mug. He held it out to her, "It's Chamomile. It'll help you sleep better."

Katrina accepted the mug silently. Shouta climbed back in bed. His thumb wiped away any stray tears. Shouta spoke with stern conviction, "If that man lays another hand on you, I might lose my provisional license."

The small auburn haired teen reacted, "No! Don't, Shouta. We both know how hard you worked on getting it."

Shouta's eyes softened. He placed his hand behind her head and pulled her towards him. His lips touched the crown of her head. He mumbled against her hair, "I'm just glad after tonight you'll be living at Hizashi's."

Katrina relaxed in her boyfriend's grip.

Shouta let out a heavy sigh, "Fine. I'll talk."

Katrina waited for her husband to start. She took a few sips of her own tea. Shouta took in a deep breath then released it slowly. He started, "It's about USJ and the League of Villains."

Katrina's thumb played with her wedding ring twirling it around her finger. She wanted to give him time to talk. He took a sip of the tea before he made his hand disappear in the blanket burrito. He nestled himself inside. His mouth was covered by the blanket as if it was his scarf. He continued, "Shigaraki knew of you and about our twins. He taunted and threatened to take you away and..."

She watched her strong husband close his eyes as if he was in pain. He swallowed, "And he would use his quirk on you but on the twins first. He described what his quirk would do if he were to touch your pregnant belly."

She heard him release a shuddered breath. Even her breath was taken away at the idea of the now main leader of League of Villains taking her and their children away from him. Katrina wouldn't tell the man in front of her she saw a tear slide down his cheek. He was going through enough right now. His voice came out raspy, "Before he would retreat due to All might's interference, he pointed to me saying they're next I will find them."

Katrina stood up from her chair to walk around the table. Her hands lightly pulled his bed head towards her stomach. She could feel his body trembling. Katrina spoke softly, "Is this the same dream that keeps occurring?"

Shouta gave a short nod against her stomach. He could feel her fingers lightly weaving through his hair. She would trade off from weaving her fingers through his hair to massaging his scalp. He closed his eyes relaxing against his wife. Katrina lightly whispered, "Shigaraki does not know I have a connection to you. He does not know of our children. And I'll be damned if he lay a finger on you again or our children and that's including Eri. I love you, Shouta. I'll give the kid hell even if he kidnaps me. You know I'm insufferable."

Shouta pulled away from his wife's light grip. He kissed her stomach, "Only Hizashi is insufferable. You, I tolerate."

Katrina chuckled, "I'm glad I'm tolerable. How are you feeling?"

Shouta turned his head upward. His chin rested against her stomach. Her fingers lightly played with his hair. He spoke softly, "Better. Thank you. Let's go to bed."

Katrina nodded, "Let's. I'll give you extra cuddles like I do when the other times it hit."

Shouta stood up unraveling himself from the blanket. He laid it across the couch back. Katrina quickly scanned her eyes across his bare chest. Shouta commented, "I was wondering why you would snuggle closer when I came back to bed."

Katrina winked taking hold of his hand, "I also like your body close to mine. It's calming and makes me feel safe."

She guided the tall man to their bedroom. Both adults made themselves comfortable in the bed. Katrina smiled taking her husband's open invitation to his side. She rested her head against his bicep and pectoral. He moved his head to kiss the top of her head, "Night Katrina."

She breathed out happily, "Night Shouta."