Bursting up in bed, your eyes snap open. You choke on a terrified noise, clutching your chest, which falls and rises rapidly, terror twisting your sleep-heavy features.

It was a nightmare. That same god-awful nightmare. You start to cry.

Immediately, Yuta is sat up beside you. The lamp flicks on and he shifts, his voice softer than ever, “Hey, hey there, sweetheart. You’re okay.”

You’re shaking terribly. Yuta’s heart squeezes with worry. “C-Can I touch you? Is that okay?”