The tossing and turning beside him caused Katsuki to stir, his brows furrowing even more than they were before. His scarlet eyes fluttered open, bleary and raw with sleep as he rubbed them, grumbling under his breath. The blonde sat up, dark duvet pooling around his waist as he scratched under his black t-shirt. Slowly, as he started to realize what was going on with you, his brows furrowed once again.

You were having a nightmare. A bad one by the looks of it - what with the distraught mumbling and whimpering you were doing.

Normally, he'd scoff. He'd tell the person who was having the nightmare to shut up and get over themselves, but this was you. Even if he didn't like to admit it, you were important to him.

With a huff, he placed a calloused hand on your shoulder, shaking you in a way which he considered gentle (it wasn't gentle). "Hey..." the teen mumbled, need for slumber lacing his tone, "wake up..." He did manage to make you stir, but you didn't wake up. "Tch..." He clicked his tongue. Then his other hand joined the effort, shaking you a bit more roughly. "Wake. Up. Idiot..." Even if he would never admit it, he was concerned for you - not to mention a bit stressed since he didn't know how to comfort you. Physical affection was a bit intimidating for the emotionally constipated bastard.