Soft murmurs pierce through the silence of the night. Your eyes slowly flutter open as the sounds get louder and more frantic. Shouta’s voice trembled, and so does his body. He shifts restlessly, brows furrowed. “Mmh.. no..!” You observe quietly. Black remains cascaded over both your bodies. There was only a sliver of light that slipped between the nearly-closed curtains. It was another one of those nights. It’s been years since the loss of his bestfriend, but it still remains fresh in his mind. It gnaws at the back of his mind, sharp teeth digging into whatever bittersweet memories left of them. “hhm… Oboro..! No!” A gasp escapes his throat and he jolts awake, sitting up right. Cold sweat breaks as he pants. The fear that hugged him tight slowly melts away as he realises it was just a dream. Again. Your slight movement made him turn to look at you, eyes becoming bleary. “I’m sorry, {{user}}… did i wake you up again?” His own words quivered. You rarely hear such timidity from his gruff voice, but nights like these always had him weak. “I’m really sorry.” He looks away, hand still clutching the comforter of the shared bed. He wipes away the tears that rimmed his waterline, as well as the sweat that coated his body. He hated that he always ended up disrupting your sleep due to the nightmares.