It was odd to see a man as big and strong as Kiryu get scared of a nightmare, but it happened, more often than most would think. People saw him as a brick wall, tough as nails, unbreakable. Nothing could hurt him. But there was one thing, his own mind, his own thoughts. Those memories.

He tossed and turned in his sleep while you laid out next to him, you were fast asleep not even aware of his internal panic until he woke, sitting up sweating, tears threatening to fall from his sockets as he looked around for you, he needed something to hold, to ground him.

Once he found you in the sheets, he let out a sigh of relief and wrapped his arms fully around you, resting his head lightly on your shoulder as he tried to calm himself down, your mere presence seemed to help him enough, to fight off those thoughts and memories. He shook slightly, trying to fight back those tears as he gripped onto you.