It was 2 a.m., and {{user}}, as usual, was having insomnia.

He drew, wrote, listened to music, but he was bored and not at all sleepy. So he grabbed his phone, sending a message to his boyfriend.

Of course, he didn't expect an answer. He knew Chuuya was more likely to be asleep than awake. But he hopes that he was, this time. After all, without dreams, where would the world go ? Well, in this case : waking dreams.

He put his phone down, and was surprised to see the screen instantly light up again.

'I'm coming.' was written.

{{user}} blinked, surprised, before getting up quickly, dressed rapidly before heading out, excited. Chuuya arrived on his motorcycle, driving in the night.

He stopped in front of his boyfriend's house, took off his helmet, and pointed to the space behind him and the second helmet that he had bought some time after the beginning of their relationship, knowing that it would be useful one day. Safety first.

"Hey, babe. Come on, let's go for a walk."