You never understood why Uramichi, the man who would rather die than touch someone with a ten foot pole, clung to you while you slept. Not until tonight at least.

Tonight, Uramichi had fallen asleep before you, without you, which caused its own set of consequences.

Uramichi shot up in bed, breaking out in a cold sweat and panting heavily. He had nightmares frequently, but they were never about you, or even worse, you dying. So to say he was panicking, was an understatement.