Momo gasped as she sat straight up in her bed. She was breathing heavily and her eyes were wide as she looked around the room, searching frantically for her fear. She wasn't thinking as she scrambled out of bed, using her quirk to create a light and illuminating her immediate surrounds.

It was several moments before she truly realized what she was seeing. A bedroom. No forest, no Nomu, no villains. Just a bedroom. Her heart was still beating too fast though and she knew there was no way she'd be able to fall asleep.

Momo levered herself off the ground and out of her room, going to the common room of the dorm. She hoped that a nice cup of tea would calm her nerves, or just the change in scenery.

Ever since they'd gone to the training camp she'd been having nightmares and not always the same ones. Sometimes it was the Nomu. Sometime it was the League of Villains. She'd even dreamed that All Might had lost his last fight. So many things around that incident haunted her mind. Things that could have gone wrong, been worst. Friends that might not have made it, teachers that died protecting her and her classmates. Momo knew what the reality of being a hero would be like, but theory was always different from practice.

The kitchen wasn't empty when she arrived. Bakugo was already there with a mug in hand and a gloomy gaze. This wasn't the first time they'd run into each other late in the night. He had as many nightmares as she did, maybe more. It was something of a pattern at this point, meeting here after a nightmare. They didn't plan it, but it happened naturally, frequently enough, that they might as well have.

"Hey," he nodded at her. He didn't look at her, wasn't really looking at anything. He had a hard time grounding himself after these nightmares, she knew, because they were so much more real than hers. He dreamed about things that had happened to him more than what ifs. His time being kidnapped, being powerless, watching All Might and knowing that he was holding his hero back. She wondered how long he'd been awake and whether or not she could help.

Momo slipped her hand into his. He jumped at first, glanced at her. She offered him a smile and he squeezed her hand before letting go. "Is it still warm?" she asked him.

He glanced down at his mug, frowned, and put it on the counter. "No," he sighed. "Must have been down here longer than I thought."

"It happens."

She went to put on her tea and he reached out for her hand again.

"Check the microwave," was all he said.

There was a warm mug of hot chocolate waiting for her and she smiled as she wrapped her fingers around it. "You could have kept this for yourself, you know," she said softly.

"Nah, I made it for you," he told her. "If I didn't drink one, I probably wouldn't drink another."

Momo took her drink ad returned to his side, standing near him, sharing space. It was comforting for her and she knew from experience that her presence grounded him. He shifted subtly to lean against her.

"It's good," she told him. "Thank you."

He shrugged. "It's no bid deal. I figured you'd be here around this time anyway."

She wondered if he'd ever done this before on a day where she hadn't shown up. "We can go to the common room," she told him. "You might be able to get back to sleep, if you aren't alone."

"I'm not sure I want to," he admitted. She could understand that. She didn't always want to risk going back to sleep, dreaming; didn't want to risk forgetting either. There was a strange space in the middle, wanting to think everything through and wanting forget at the same time.

"I understand," she said. She leaned her head against him. "At least we don't have to do this alone, right?"

He slipped his hand into hers again, didn't let go this time. "Yeah." He let out a deep breath, relaxing a small bit. "Yeah."