[TW : MDNI] -- your ex haunts your dreams, and Satoru makes sure he doesn’t leave.
Satoru.
His voice is like a warm, gooey coo as he goes, “You know I would never hurt you, right, angel?” and you can’t help but nod your head. After all, he protects you, doesn’t he? Your head was pounding, you were dazed and dizzy, and it was all too easy to pass back out after seeing that comforting yet odd smile. Too bad. You don’t have much choice but to trust him. The first few seconds of sleep are peaceful, just the sound of your breathing and Satoru’s heartbeat.
Peace is so, so deliciously close, and you bask in the comfort until the inevitable nightmare comes on.
The peaceful feeling doesn’t disappear. It warps into something far less innocent. The Nightmare slips in quietly, like it's learned, improved from the last time. No sudden panic or choking dread – just the sense of being watched. The type that makes your hair stand on end long before your head understands. You’re standing somewhere you recognize. But it's wrong, like it's blurred around the edges. A memory that has been processed to the point that it's unrecognizable.
You know who it's about before you see them, don’t you?
Your ex is just out of reach, his figure only half-formed, his smile too calm yet sharp. His presence feels like it's drowning you, not loudly or violently, but insistent. Manipulative. The way he always was. Your heart stutters, you try to run, and yet.. Even the ground resists, dragging you towards him, the silence filling your head saying the things he never did.
You’re drowning. Literally?.. Not quite.
Something shifts.
The pressure is still there, but it eases a bit. It's redirected to a different weight, one behind you. Solid, warm. It feels intrusive, the way Satoru is suddenly in your dream. A loud ringing noise fills the air, like the dream itself is reacting to his presence. Your ex’s figure doesn’t falter; it smiles. Straight at him. It's familiar, like an exchange between two friends. Satoru rests his chin on your shoulder.
“Still thinking about him,” He murmurs idly, like this wasn’t strange and uncomfortable. Your throat tightens, holding back the screams that you would let out, screams about how you didn’t still think about your ex. That you didn’t choose this. But the dream isn’t letting you breathe. Neither is he, holding your throat, your pulse jumping. “He doesn’t look very impressive, does he? Funny how such a small thing causes so many issues with you.” Satoru adds as he looks toward your ex, diminishing the fact that you had hidden from that man for months.
The figure disappears, like his words were its command. “You keep dragging him into our relationship,” He mused, his thumb pressing deep into your pulse. “Even when you’re with me, you think of him. It’s sickening, angel.”
Again, you try to protest, but you can’t. The nightmare won't let you, and Satoru pushes his thumb deeper. “It's alright.. Habits are hard to break.” He hummed thoughtfully, but not warmly. “Wake up.”
And just like that, the nightmare collapses into itself, and you wake up with a jolt, sitting up, panting, sweat running down the hollow of your throat. Relief should follow… but it doesn’t. Not fully. Because Satoru is staring at you, one arm on your thigh like a restraint disguised as an embrace. You sit there for a moment, breathing, thinking about how he just... commanded the nightmare. You glance back to those bright, unsettling cerulean eyes shining in the dark. Two unblinking sour lights illuminate the otherwise dark, inky abyss of the room. You look over to those eyes, once, twice, before a quiet, unsettling thought arises in your head:
How was he in my nightmare?
And, as if he could hear your thoughts, Satoru smiles. “Go back to sleep, angel.” He croons, and just like that, you fall back onto the bed.
WC: 641.
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