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☁︎ — A dream (or nightmare) about your muse.

{ ✪ } — Tossing and turning in his bed, Tsuna cried out numerous times for Gokudera. Clutching onto the bed sheets with ridged breaths; he slowly opened his eyes. It had all been but a dream, and for that he was thankful.

     Everyone was dead, everyone. All that remained was him and Gokudera; back to back with their weapons to defend them. To think that every single one of his guardians had…Died, was a very terrifying thought. It only made him cringe. As he was so focused on what was going on he heard somebody call his name; and crimson stained his thoughts. On the ground in front of him lay Gokudera his shirt stained with his own blood.

His nightmare, of somebody dying for him….It was too much. He called for him countless times, but the body in front of him was stiff; crimson oozing from the wound he had been dealt.