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There's hands everywhere, emerging from a void of desperate wails and sobs and shrieks. They're all reaching for the same person, thousands of grabbing hands — one of them catches a bit of loose clothing. There's no escape now. It drags you closer and closer, ripping at the material and opening their palms greedily for more, more. "You can help us!" "I just want to be seen again!" Most of the cries are jumbled, wordless masses of terror, but the ones that reach your ears do nothing but send shivers down your cracking spine. You can't struggle at all. Hands grip at your arms, legs, torso, anything that they can reach, and they yank and pull and tear until all that will be left is a bloody mess of—
You jerked awake with a sharp gasp, choking a bit from the sudden intake of air. You sat up and practically clawed the mask off of your eyes. The harsh beating of your heart pumping adrenaline to every muscle in your body didn't help you either, and you shook like a leaf from the jump start your brain gave you (to make sure you wouldn't actually die). It took a minute to register that it was only another nightmare, but that didn't stop it from feeling any less real. Who knew a ton of void hands would be this terrifying? Instead of even attempting to go back to sleep in the sweat-dampened bed, you chose to leave and knock on one of the neighboring boys' doors. You didn't even remember which one you walked to until he opened up the door.
"Yuuta?" Eijiro's worrying tone was the first thing that hit you, then his scrunched up, equally worried face. You didn't even need to respond for him to know what you want. "Another one, huh," he placed a hand on your shoulder and gently guided you into his dark room, making sure you didn't hit anything before reaching the bed. "Do you need anything, or just some company?" His voice was so quiet and soft, as if he would end up shattering you if he spoke louder. Granted, you were still shaking and you looked like death 2.0, so his reaction wasn't as bad as it could be. It also didn't help that you could swear you felt the lingering harsh grabs on some parts of your body, and you can't really help but wince slightly when the sound of crunching bones filled the back of your head. "Just some company... Sorry for waking you up at the ass end of the night," You mumbled, closing your eyes to block out the chance of any unwanted guests appearing like last time. He nodded — not that you'd see — and a pair of arms were wrapped around you in a rather comforting hug that you easily reciprocated. Without letting go completely, he managed to get you both laying down and cuddling, and he slipped the mask back over your eyes. "You don't need to apologize for what you can't help, Yuuta," he spoke into your hair, currently being the big spoon for now. You simply mumbled an incoherent acknowledgment before the enveloping warmth drifted you right back to sleep, this time with a bit nicer of a dream awaiting you.