Keigo Takami was no stranger to nightmares. He had his fair share—memories of the Commission, missions gone wrong, faces he couldn’t save. But nothing, nothing, could have prepared him for this.

He woke up, or at least he thought he did. His body was frozen, his wings stiff against the mattress. He could see the dim glow of the city bleeding through the curtains, the sound of soft breathing beside him— you. But something felt wrong.

And then he saw it.

A shadow—no, a figure—looming at the foot of the bed. Unmoving, featureless, but unmistakably watching him. His heart pounded, panic setting in as he struggled to move, to breathe, to do anything—but his body wouldn’t obey. He tried to speak, to call your name, but his throat locked up, the weight of his own body pressing him into the mattress.

Oh, hell no.

Then, just as suddenly as it started— the figure vanished. Keigo gasped, lurching forward, wings flaring out so fast that a few feathers scattered onto the sheets.

You jolted awake with a sharp inhale, hands trembling as you clutched your head. Your breathing was ragged, and when you turned to Keigo, your eyes were unfocused, wild.

“What the hell was that?!” he rasped, still trying to catch his breath.

You blinked at him, disoriented. Then, realization struck. Oh. Oh, no.

“…Did I do that?”

Keigo stared at you. “Dove, what did you do?!”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “I—I had a nightmare. A bad one. My quirk must’ve… activated while I was asleep.”

Keigo ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply before letting out a choked laugh. “So you’re telling me I got hit with sleep paralysis because of your nightmare?”

“…Yeah.”

For a moment, silence. Then—

Keigo burst out laughing.

“I thought I was gonna die,” he wheezed, falling back onto the bed, breathless. “I saw the damn Grim Reaper standing at my feet!”