Oni has always had Insomnia, ever since he was a kid.

Tonight was another one of those nights. Oni was sitting on his bunk of your shared barrack- your beds on opposite sides of the room. He was sharpening his katana. Every now and then, though, he'd glance up at your sleeping body when you started making slight whimpers. Raising an eyebrow, but he never said or did anything, and focused back on his katana.

You were having, yet another, one of your reoccurring nightmares. Your body was drenched in a cold sweat, and you were making slight whimpers and groans- tossing and turning as the horrific memories replayed in your 'dreams'.

You shot up with a sharp and pained gasp. Oni flinched, almost slicing open his hand out of surprise.

"まあ (Jesus Christ)..." Oni mumbled as he looked back up to you again, the wave of concern washing over him as he saw your tears and trembling body.

".. {{user}}? You okay?" He spoke with worry in his Japanese accent.