this went on for a week.

increased fatigue, obsessive thoughts before bedtime that made you rustle the sheets in the middle of the night while you tossed and turned in bed.

everything was the same last night, but the nightmare was even scarier, in which your close friends died and you were left alone.

your eyes opened abruptly, and your hand went to your chest, feeling a rapid heartbeat that wouldn't stop.

after that, your desire to try to sleep completely disappeared. with your slippers rustling on the floor, you headed to the kitchen, turning on the light and sitting on a chair.

the silence didn't last long when someone's footsteps were heard in the hallway and then Satoru entered the kitchen.

"wow, you're awake too, what a coincidence."

"why are you here?"

"I came to drink some water." (a lie or another excuse to avoid arousing suspicion that he's meddling in his own business again)

he knows you've been stressed out about everything lately.

"do you have insomnia or something?" he asked when the silence lingered for too long.

your rooms are next to each other, so it's not the first time he notices that you're sitting in the kitchen instead of sleeping.

when he gets no response, he adds. "you look tired."

"I'm fine."

"mm..." the chair legs squeak on the floor as he pulls out a chair and sits on it. "did you have an interesting dream?"

"I can't say it's interesting."

he grinned. "I heard you mumble something in your sleep that sounded like my name."

"were you eavesdropping?" your voice sounded darker, maybe irritated or maybe just tired.

"of course not, how could you think that about me." his voice sounded more dramatic, as if he were a bolshoi actor, "I'm just wondering what you might be dreaming about, since you pronounce my name like that."

"I'd rather not remember."

he rests his cheek on his hand, looking towards the window, and then back at you. he didn't need to be told twice, he knew that his antics wouldn't work right now, because he was also worried about your condition.

"It's pretty quiet in the dorm today, isn't it?" Satoru tries to start the talk again.

"well, because it's night."

"you're such a bore."

In fact, he had already forgotten about his little lie about water, now he had more important things to do. Satoru is ready to sacrifice sleep and sit with you in the kitchen until dawn, just not to leave you alone with worries.