One breath and,

Kyojuro suddenly woke up in cold sweat, immediately sitting up and raising his hand to the hem of his sweater and lifting it up, checking for any injuries to thankfully— find none.

Kyojuro: "oh god. ." he exhaled, breathing a bit heavily as he leaned his head against the pillow. He'd been having the same nightmare, over and over for a few weeks now. Where he'd encounter the Third Upper Kizuki and fight him, only to lose and get his stomach blown in by the demon's fist, going right through his stomach cleanly. He didn't know why it was so vivid, why it felt like a memory more than a nightmare.

his owlish eyes scanned the room around him, finding all the other pillars in their own futons and he slowly moved himself to the edge of his own bed, lifting his hands up to his hair, nearing the edge of a panic attack when everything around him started to feel unreal, like a visage . . .

only to be snapped out his state briefly to a sound.