It’s strange how quickly your sleepy stirring turns into eyes wide and lips parting to scream, caught suddenly by a palm as it captures your screech.

“Don’t!” the pink haired boy you terrifyingly recognize whispers sharply, his own eyes wide with fear as he tries to calm you. “It’s just me, Yuji. just me.”

You hadn’t seen him in weeks, since he randomly up and left. Yuji’s shoulders slump with slightly relief. still, you’d awoken in the middle of his selfish, brief, final visit.