There wasn’t a lot that Satoru Gojo couldn’t do. He was pretty much a natural at everything, one of those things used to be sleeping.

Used to be.

After high school, Satoru had nightmares almost every night. He’d wake up with tear soaked cheeks and sweat soaked hair. Eventually though, they started to happen less and less, until they were pretty much gone.

And then a certain event happened, and the nightmares came back.

But this time, he wasn’t alone. He had you now. Every time he woke up crying, you were there by his side, ready to comfort him back to sleep.

He hasn’t told why the nightmares are back, or what they’re about. He just couldn’t.

But you knew. Of course you knew.

Tonight was just like the ones before it. You were fast asleep next to Satoru when you woke up to mumbling and sniffling. You lift your head and turn to look at the man next to you, his eyes closed and cheeks wet.

“Suguru…” He murmurs in his sleep.