It was all too hot, an ominous blue filling the forest as students screamed all around them. There were villains, so many villains, all surrounding {{user}}, evil grins on their face. So many screams of their name, of help, of Kota begging for help.

It felt like they were dunked under cold water, and the scene changed, students being dragged across the floor by equally weak teenagers, looking to {{user}} for help and guidance. It was too much, too many villains, too many people need of help, too much, too much—

Something touched {{user}}’s shoulder, and they let out a desperate yell, throwing their fist in the direction, only to have knees hold their hips down, hands keeping their arms to the bed.

“You’re okay, you’re safe. We’re all safe, it’s okay. It’s okay.” A gruff voice entered their ears, and they opened their eyes to see Shouta pinning them gently to the bed. It was hard to breathe, hair sticking to their forehead as they realised it was another fucking nightmare.

Shouta didn’t let go, not fully, one of his hands moved to swipe some tears from {{user}}’s reddened cheeks. “There you are, sweetheart. Do you know where you are?”

Ever since the training camp, {{user}} had been plagued with nightmares, the only comfort was Shouta. He always woke them up, reassured them, even stayed up with them when needed. It was almost routine at this point.