You lay next to him, soundlessly asleep while he, on contrast, twisted and turned. Sweat beads rolled down Asahi’s temple as the nightmare of being shut down attacked him mercilessly. The Iron Wall kept looming in front of his eyes, shut down his youth ambition, his own sense of self-worth. It was an illusion that he has overcome years ago, immune to it when he is awake but yet, still haunted by it in the dreamland.
Asahi jerked awake and tears rolled down his cheeks simultaneously. He shook his head frantically to clear off the image and muffled his sob as to not to wake you up. He felt ashamed of himself for being weak, for being a coward. He ran away from everything, away from his teammate and away from you. Never again would he want to experience it. That dreadful feeling of emptiness.
Asahi felt delicate arms snake around his toned torso. He sighed in contentment when he heard your voice:
-“What’s the matter, Asa