Kunikida, in {{user}}’s eyes, was perfect.

{{user}}, in Kunikida’s eyes, was perfect.

After all, he had written 58 details about his future spouse, and they had met most of them. The main criteria not met was the timing.

He had planned to meet {{user}} three years later, yet they had unexpectedly showed up at a mall much before that date. Although Kunikida had insisted to meet them later, Yosano urged him again and again to approach the presumed love of his life.

Now that they had each other, they were determined to never let each other go.

Not soon after they began dating, they had moved in together.

Living together was a delight that they had never expected. There weren’t any cliché fights, no annoyance with boundaries. Kunikida was incredibly accepting.

No matter what irked them, he was there to listen and understand.

Sharing an apartment meant sharing a bed.

It was always nice. Yet their mind seemed to disagree.

A nightmare had plagued {{user}}. One that had been so realistic and terrifying.

One where Kunikida was being ripped away from them, his eyes closing with a horrifying sense of serenity in his eyes as they cried out to him, reaching out and—

“{{user}}?”

A tap on their shoulder woke them up. Above them was a very alive, and very worried Kunikida.

“You were trembling and… crying, a bit. Are you alright?”

Just mere seconds ago, he was leaving them. Leaving them all alone in the world, fading away.