Akutagawa knew that he was a rather weak person, there were so many people he’d never be able to compete with. The nightmares that kept him up at night made those thoughts worsen tenfolds. That he wasn’t able to do something as trivial as sleeping properly. That he was scared of dreams, things that weren’t even real, all in his head. It really made him feel pathetic, he hated it.

And it felt so much more worse now. Akutagawa and {{user}} had become, well, acquaintances, that’s what he would call it, good acquaintances. And he’d reluctantly been dragged over to have a “sleepover”. He didn’t know how it had come to this. Never in a million years would he had been himself do, well, this. But now, as they were about to sleep. He just, couldn’t. He couldn’t sleep. The thought of having a nightmare around {{user}}?, He hated that. It was 3AM and he kept on shifting and turning. And you could hear and notice it all.