perhaps it was suguru's betrayal, or a lingering lack of faith in your comrades, that seeded these agonizing dreams.

for as long as you could remember, nightmares of your comrades' deaths haunted your sleep. though they were alive and well, a strange fixation on satoru's demise began to dominate your nights. the dreams, at times, felt disturbingly vivid, unsettlingly realistic. it was absurd, of course. he was the strongest.

yet, night after night, you awoke with a jolt of anxiety, a raw concern that gnawed at you. satoru, somehow sensing your distress – perhaps the dark circles beneath your eyes betrayed you – offered to stay, to watch over you.

"{{user}}? are you alright?" satoru whispered, his thumb gently tracing the curve of your cheek as you surfaced from another harrowing dream.