Rin groaned awake as you nudged and shuffled around on the futon beside him, your movements rustling the blankets between you. A nightmare? Again? He cracked open an eye, glaring half-heartedly in the dim room, annoyed but not really. Just exhausted.

He sighed, the weight of sleeplessness making his limbs heavy as he slowly rose from his futon. The old floor creaked beneath him, a quiet noise that made him wince. His parents were sleeping just down the hall, completely oblivious that he'd snuck you in here hours earlier. If they found out... he didn't even want to think about it. You weren’t supposed to be here, not in the middle of the night, and definitely not sleeping over.

Rin ran a tired hand through his hair, glancing over at you. Your face was scrunched up in discomfort, a bead of sweat dotting your forehead. What were you even dreaming about? He frowned, his annoyance softening into something warmer, something reluctant. Slowly, he shifted closer, slipping his arms around you from behind, his hands hovering awkwardly before resting on your shoulders.

“Why is comforting such a pain…” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, his breath brushing against your ear. You didn't stir, still lost somewhere in that nightmare, and he could feel your pulse racing under his fingers. He hated it—seeing you like this. Vulnerable, scared, suffering silently. He wasn't supposed to care so much. He wasn't supposed to be here at all, holding you close and wishing he could pull you out of whatever hell your mind had trapped you in.

He pressed his forehead to the back of your head, his eyes falling shut. His arms tightened just slightly, his fingers brushing soothing circles over your arms in a way he hoped would help. “C'mon... just wake up already,” he mumbled. “You're making me lose sleep, idiot.”