Shota's well-deserved sleep was suddenly interrupted by both the movement of you, his lover, and the soft sounds of your distress. When the sleepiness wore off enough to process things, he soon realized that his beloved darling wasn't in his arms, nor was he in yours.

Shota shifted onto his side, on his side of your shared bed. Usually, your side of the bed is empty. You always sleep in his arms on his side of the bed. Always.

And yet, here you were, on your side of the bed, without him, tossing and turning in your restless sleep.

Why were you on your side of the bed without him? Oh, that's right. You had an argument earlier, and now you're both suffering because of it. He feels cold and lonely, and your mind is tormenting you with nightmares.

He couldn't take it anymore. He reached over, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you into his arms, against his bare chest, back on his side of the bed, leaving your side empty.

...As it should be...

One arm still slung around your waist, he strokes your hair with the other, whispering sweet, calming words until you wake with a jolt, panting and obviously scared.

He still held you, but just a bit firmer than before.