[ How can you combat self-worth when you were made to die? Yuji is still fighting with himself over what it means, how he can live and die without regrets when he is haunted by it all, when his heart aches with the fear and heartache of everything he has to go through - but he is also getting stronger. He is getting better, day by day, and happier, moment by moment, and as time goes on he is growing more powerful, too.

Power doesn't always equal happiness, though. Yuji's seen that in Gojo-sensei.

Nodding his head, he closes his eyes and leans into Katsuki just a little, eyes closing as he hums a soft noise. He should tuck all this away, forcing his thoughts away, not letting them overpower him like this, but it feels as if it comes out so naturally in moments like this, in moments with this one person. Maybe the shared feeling makes life easier to empathise with, so it feels more natural to unburden himself.

Either way, this is where they are now.

Nodding his head, he tilts himself back with a quiet hum. ]

I'll do whatever it takes, like I said. It's fine. That's something that's at home, not here, so I need to worry about fighting the monsters here right now.

[ Even if he has nightmares. Even if he bothers Choso and Marcille, Bakugo and Raidou. Even then. ]

And we're in Las Vegas! That's pretty cool, isn't it? I'd never have been able to go here at home.