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“Fubuki, it’s okay! It was just thunder from outside.”
Fubuki shakes his head. It’s not okay. It’s not, it’s not, it’s not—
He screams again when the sound returns louder than before, tugging at his hair and gasping for air with his head buried in his knees.
It’s happening again. It’s happening again. It’s happening again, and everyone is going to die, and he’s going to be all alone—
A hand squeezes his shoulder and shakes it, elliciting another yelp. “Fubuki, it’s okay!”
His chest hurts. His chest hurts so bad. He can’t breathe, everyone is going to die, he’s going to be all alone again, he can’t breathe, he can’t breathe, he can’t brea—
“Endou, wait, don’t shake him—”
“Fubuki, can’t you hear me? Fubuki? Fubuki, it’s not an avalanche!”
The hand leaves his shoulder, and two new ones land on his head, gently clasping his own.
“Kidou—”
“It’s okay, Endou, leave it to me.”
He can’t breathe. Everyone is going to die. Everyone is going to die and he’s going to be all alone. Everyone is going to die. He can’t breathe, he can’t breathe, he can’t—
“Fubuki,” he hears in a gentler tone, “Fubuki, we’re in Endou’s house. That sound is just thunder. Everyone is safe.”
That can't be true. No, it’s not true. Nobody is safe and everyone is going to—
“Open your eyes if you don't believe me,” he says.
Open his eyes…?
Oh.
He hadn't realized they were closed.
He opens them.
He sees the floor.
He looks up.
Kidou.
Endou.
Endou’s room.
He goes to speak, but all that comes out is a squeak.
Right, he still can’t breathe.
“It’s okay, Fubuki.”
He nods, letting Kidou pry his hands away from his hair and letting Endou wrap him in a hug.
“Fubuki, are you with us now?” Endou asks.
He nods, though still breathing shallowly and entirely unable to talk.
“That happens to Haruna sometimes,” Kidou says, looking to the floor, “She’s been having nightmares recently.”
Fubuki goes to nod before pressing a hand to his head with a wince.
“Does your head hurt?” Endou asks.
He hopes his silence is enough of an answer.
“I’ll get you some water,” Kidou says.
He heads out the room, and arrives back shortly with a full glass in hand.
Fubuki downs in one go. Maybe he shouldn’t have drank it that fast, because his chest hurts even worse now, but his headache does subside a little bit.
“Feeling any better?” Kidou asks.
Fubuki nods, though he’s struggling to keep his eyes open now.
“Do you wanna nap here?” Endou asks. “I don’t mind.”
Another nod, and the two of them are helping him up off the floor and onto Endou’s bed.
And as soon as his head hits the pillow, he’s out like a light.