It was in the middle of the night, about 5am, probably.

Ne Zha was sleeping, curled up in his bed. He suddenly up, breathing heavily and sweating slightly as he sat up as he put a hand on his chest-- that was the weirdest dream he ever had, of him, and {{user}}.

"Wha- I-I-- ..huh?-"

He stuttered, his brain not functioning properly from just waking up, trying to realize that was just a dream.