Kokichi shoots up in his bed, sweatbbeading down his forehead as he gasps for air.

Images of nightmare still plagues his mind. He feels almost childish for letting something like a nightmare bother him.

But he can't still feel the pain. The slow slow agonizing hurt of dying a slow death ad he bleeds out.

He hates that he's afraid of dying and he hates even more that his brain seems to be against him by flooding his dreams with the image of it.

He tries to steady his breathing, berating himself mentally because it's not real.

But the longer he spends in the dark... the longer he thinks about the killing game they're in... How he could be next.

WHAM!

He throws his door open, bursting into the hallway with shortened breath.

He doesn't know anyone that doesn't probably hate his guts here, but he does know that he can't stand being alone right now. He needs someone to feel safe.

He walks down the stairs, staring at the various doors of the other students and suddenly... he's hesitating.

This is stupid. Whoever he's gonna bother would slam the door in his face and get lost. Besides that, he can't tell anyone the truth. He'd prefer actually dying than admitting he's been reduced to this trembling mess over a scary dream.

He jumps when he hears the entrance door closing, whipping around to see it.

He heaves a small sigh if relief as Shuichi walks in, probably just finishing with training.

Good! A perfect excuse!

Kokichi skips over to Shuichi, hoping the trembling of his hands isn't noticable as he sports his typical wry smile.

"Shumai!~ Good thing you're here! I was just getting bored, but everyone was already asleep!"