Flappy Anon: 24 with Firestormshipping?
Takeru wasn’t sure what to expect sleeping over at Yuusaku’s house. The place he was staying at to go to Den City High School wasn’t anything special, but Yuusaku’s place…well for starters it could probably benefit from a rug or two. Despite argument, Yuusaku insisted Takeru just sleep in the bed as well.
Yuusaku spent a majority of the night staring to the side before eventually drifting off to sleep. Takeru, on the other hand, just stared up to the ceiling.
While a little weird to consider it a positive, Takeru was thankful it wasn’t too dark. The moon was bright and the light from a marquee bled through the ratty curtains. He wasn’t afraid of the dark. He conquered that fear forever ago. Nothing to fear but fear itself, and maybe Kiku when she finds out he’s skipping class. Rational and suitable fears for someone his age. Nothing childish.
While Takeru was in thought, Yuusaku snapped awake, shaking and clutching his head. He could feel the sparks run through his veins, the hair on his neck standing at attention.
“…………….y……………..u…………………k?”
Yuusaku turned around, eyes shot, tensing as he say and remembered that Takeru was here. He was squinting without his glasses, but probably could tell what was going on. Kusangi told him that he told Takeru about their meeting, but did Takeru know about… this? “Can’t sleep?” Yuusaku asked, trying to level his breathing.
“You’re trembling,” Takeru mentioned instead. “Are you okay?”
After a bout of deliberation and breathing exercises (1,2,3,4…) Yuusaku nodded. “Nightmares. You know how it is,” Yuusaku added, hoping it would end the conversation.
“I think,” Takeru said, looking to the curtains. He and Yuusaku (probably?) went through the same stuff, and didn’t call his nightmares irrational, so was a fear of the dark so terrible? Does justification relate merely to age or are experiences included? As he looked off, his eyelids grew heavy. “Night Yuusaku,” Takeru mumbled, dozing off to his neutral darkness, not waiting for a response.
