It started yet again, like it did almost every night…. The memory of what happened to his close friend Rin. The sharp sound of his chidori and the warm feeling of blood on his hand. But when he looked up, he didn’t see Rin. It was {{user}} in Rin’s place. The image of that shook him to his core.

He woke up with a gasp, his eyes widening for a moment. Looking down at his hand, there was no blood. He was in his bed once more. Another nightmare…

He looked down, seeing {{user}} still asleep and breathing in his arms as he spooned {{user}} from behind. It brought some relief to his racing heart.