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“I’m so glad to be back,” Fubuki says, sitting at the edge of Someoka’s bed. “And that you’re here too, Someoka-kun.”
“Yeah, well, it’s not like I was gonna give up,” Someoka says, shutting the door and laying down on top of the bed covers.
Everyone’s mostly turned in for the night by now, but Someoka was more than happy to welcome Fubuki for some late night hanging out, especially since they haven’t had the chance to spend time together in a while.
Fubuki lays down beside Someoka, facing the ceiling just like him.
“We’ll get to be like the wind together again, finally,” Fubuki says.
“And we're gonna be the best in the world.”
“Yeah.”
Someoka hears Fubuki take in a slow, shaky breath.
“I'm exhausted,” he says softly.
“It is pretty late. You should get some rest.”
“Right, I should probably head back to my room,” Fubuki says, though he makes no move to get up.
Someoka turns to look at him. He takes another shaky breath, eyes shut and eyebrows knitted together worriedly.
“Hey, uh… you don't like being alone, right?”
Fubuki opens his eyes, staring at the ceiling. “I’ve been getting better at being okay with it…”
“Well, if you don't feel like being alone right now, then that's fine by me.”
Fubuki locks eyes with him.
“Someoka-kun…”
“I think I have a spare pillow somewhere,” Someoka says, getting up and looking in the closet. “Here it is.”
He tosses the pillow to Fubuki, who catches it and slips it beneath his head in one swift motion. “Thanks.”
“Get some rest,” Someoka says, lying back down himself.
“You too, Someoka-kun.”
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Someoka wakes up to the sound of shallow breathing.
He turns to see Fubuki curled up with a death grip on the blanket, and his face scrunched up in what looks like pain.
“Fubuki, wake up!” Someoka shakes Fubuki by the shoulder.
Fubuki screams, opening his eyes and gasping for air and sitting up.
“Were you having a nightmare?”
Shutting his eyes again, Fubuki draws his knees to his chest and buries his head in them.
Someoka sits up too, putting his hand back on Fubuki’s shoulder. “Fubuki, are you good?”
In lieu of a response, Someoka just hears a muffled whine in the midst of unsteady breathing.
“Fubuki, come on,” Someoka says, shaking his shoulder again. “Snap out of it.”
Someoka watches as Fubuki reaches up to claw at his own hair with trembling hands.
Someoka says his name again, but it's like Fubuki can't even hear him.
He shifts so he's sitting right in front of Fubuki and tries again to snap him out of it, but shaking both his shoulders only seems to freak him out even more, with him curling in on himself and hyperventilating even harder.
Shit. This isn't good.
Okay, stop shaking him. That's not working.
Endou would know what to do… but leaving Fubuki alone like this is an even worse idea.
His knuckles are going white with how hard he’s gripping his hair. Maybe that’s how he’s trying to snap himself out of it. Though it seems like a rather painful method.
Maybe some other type of pressure would help…
Someoka grabs Fubuki’s hands and tries to pry them out from his hair. Surprisingly, they give way fairly easily despite the death grip he had a moment ago. Someoka holds Fubuki’s hands and squeezes them tightly. To his relief, Fubuki squeezes back.
“Calm down, Fubuki, it was just a dream,” Someoka says.
Fubuki lifts his head ever so slightly.
“It’s…”
Someoka trails off. It’s not really okay, is it? Jeez, this is hard.
“S… So… Someoka-kun…” Fubuki stutters out weakly.
“I’m here, Fubuki, you aren’t alone.”
Fubuki nods, pulls his hands away and reaches forward, clenching the fabric of Someoka’s shirt.
“Someoka-kun…” he says again, voice wobbly with tears.
“I’m here, Fubuki,” Someoka says again, wrapping his arms around Fubuki and pulling him into a hug.
Fubuki presses his head against Someoka’s chest, letting out a sob between gasps for air.
Someoka rests one hand on Fubuki’s back and one hand on his hair, and his chin on the top of his head.
He tries to ignore the quickening of his own heart at such intimate contact but, god, this is so new.
It better work.
Please.
Someoka isn’t sure how long they stay there sitting like that, Fubuki shaking and crying and struggling to breathe and Someoka wishing Endou were here or literally anybody else who would be any better at this than him, but eventually the sobs and gasps start to quiet down.
And he hears Fubuki mumble something against his chest.
“What was that?”
Fubuki pulls his face away a little. “I’m sorry I woke you up…” he says softly, glancing up at Someoka with a gaze laced with guilt.
“You don’t need to be,” Someoka says, bringing a hand to cup Fubuki’s cheek, clammy with sweat and tears. “I’m just glad I could help.”
Fubuki lets out a shaky sigh, shutting his eyes and letting a few more tears fall.
“I haven’t been sleeping well.”
“Nightmares?”
Fubuki nods. “I hoped that maybe they would go away if I wasn’t by myself. But…”
“Well, until they do go away, I’ll be here when you wake up from them,” Someoka says.
Fubuki wipes away his tears, and they lock eyes once more.
“Thank you, Someoka-kun.”
Fubuki wraps his arms around Someoka then, returning the embrace from earlier.
“I don’t really want to go back to sleep…” Fubuki says.
“I don’t mind staying up a little longer. And when you do fall asleep, I’ll still be here.”
“Okay.”
…
“You know, I get nightmares sometimes too.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. So I kinda get it. Well, I mean, I don’t fully get it, they’re definitely not as bad as yours, but…”
“Nightmares suck.”
“Yeah, they do.”
…
“I think I want to lie down again, Someoka-kun.”
“Alright.”
“I can, um, let go of you if you want…”
“There’s no need.”
“Good night, Someoka-kun.”
“Night, Fubuki.”