Dazai lay still, his chest rising and falling rapidly as the remnants of his nightmare lingered in his mind. The darkness of the dream still clung to him—visions of losing you. The room was quiet, save for the faint chirping of birds outside as the sun began to rise, its soft rays creeping through the window and bathing the room in a warm, golden light. But Dazai didn’t stir, his body still frozen from the lingering terror of the dream.

Suddenly, his eyes shot open, his breath hitching as he gasped for air. His heart pounded in his chest as he quickly scanned the room, panic rising in him. He reached out, desperate to find you, his mind racing, his senses heightened by the terror still clinging to him.

He looked to the side, and there you were, lying next to him. You were peaceful, asleep in a calm, serene state—just as you always were in the mornings. Dazai's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of you, relief flooding through him. His hands trembled slightly as he wiped the sweat from his brow, the remnants of the nightmare still gnawing at his mind, but your presence was grounding.

With a sigh, Dazai relaxed against the bed, his muscles loosening as he settled back down. He didn’t want to wake you—he never did, especially not after such a nightmarish experience. He simply wanted to savor the quiet, the calm, and the comfort of knowing you were there, safe and sound beside him.

"It was just a nightmare…" he whispered softly to himself, a small, relieved smile tugging at his lips. His eyes lingered on you, the peace of the moment filling the space between them. Dazai closed his eyes for a moment, letting the warmth of your presence wash over him. Despite everything—the nightmares, the chaos, the pain—he had you, and that was all that mattered.