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Kurasame’s fingers trembled as he coughed, red splattering onto the ground. He refused to forget anything at all. His vision grew blurrier by the second, but he continued to stubbornly write in the ground, even as the coppery taste of blood was all that remained in his mouth. By the time he had finished he could barely make out the words on the ground in front of him.
Voices sounded in alarm nearby as darkness overwhelmed him, and he felt hands pulling at him, his body not responding to him as he tried to shake them off. But no matter what he did his body wouldn’t reply.
The blood in his mouth only seemed to bubble up, rising further until Kurasame was sure he was drowning in it. The hands didn’t leave his body, holding him down. He felt panic in his chest. He was choking on his own blood, and yet they didn’t notice? His name was called repeatedly and the darkness closed in. Kurasame couldn’t fight free of the grip, and the darkness crashed over him like a wave.
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“Kurasame. Kurasame!” Hearing his name repeated, Kurasame’s eyes snapped open to feel a warm body pressing down on his own. He met concerned blue eyes framed by messy brown hair and he blinked a few time as the feeling of choking faded from his throat, allowing him to breathe properly. “Kurasame you’re safe now.” As his struggles died down, Kazusa’s grip loosened, and his voice grew softer as well. “You’re safe. I’m here.”
Kurasame felt guilt bubbling up instantly. The first night he had invited Kazusa to sleep with him since everything had fallen apart, and he had woken the man up with his nightmares. Part of him was too afraid to ask why Kazusa had had to climb on top of him. But he held his tongue as he simply tried to catch his breath.
Silence settled over them before Kazusa leaned down to wrap his arms carefully around him, holding him tightly. He was straddling Kurasame’s waist, keeping the commander pinned between his thighs as his arms wrapped around his neck. It had them chest to chest, and Kurasame’s cheeks started to burn at the realization neither of them had put on a shirt before passing out- or rather, they hadn’t even bothered to put anything on.
“You scared me, you were crying in your sleep.” Kazusa whispered. “What happened? Was it just a bad dream?”
Kurasame knew what he was really asking, and he let out a shaky breath. “It was about that.” He replied quietly, and Kazusa stilled as he continued. “I remember pieces. I remember blood, and being alone in the dirt. The feeling of blood in my mouth, and… And I need a drink.” He muttered, finally being freed from the tight grip so he could sit up a little and grab the water beside his half of the bed. Kazusa watched him carefully. He had never told the entire even that had happened, but he had never been pressed by either of his friends for details, which he was grateful for.
“If you ever want to talk about these dreams I’m here.” Kazusa murmured, gently touching his cheek, and Kurasame’s lips curled up. He twisted back to lay on his side as Kazusa slide off him, pulling the scientist closer to press a kiss to his temple. Without his glasses, there was nothing to stop Kurasame form staring into blue eyes, and his smile softened as he stared.
“I know, Kazusa. Thank you.” He whispered. “I apologize for waking you up- when I’m more awake we can talk about it. I want to get some more sleep.” He wasn’t going to admit that Kazusa’s natural scent of medical equipment and the slight must from the library soothed him, even as he pressed closer, holding Kazusa in his arms as they both fell back into sleep.
He was safe. That was the last thought, as Kazusa’s arms wrapped tightly around him, the feeling of blood in his mouth finally fading away as he fell into dreamless sleep.