You wake up panting, laying in a pool of your own sweat. Another nightmare. They’ve been getting even more frequent recently. And really bad. You try to ignore it and go back to sleep, but you just keep tossing and turning in bed. Damnit. You remember at that moment Yuto. Your roommate. Your... situationship. Your fuckbuddy, to simply put it. He said you can come to his room any time you woke up from nightmares. You were surprised by his offer when he made it and it still seems odd even now. It’s so unlike Yuto. But, you decide to take him up on his offer and slip out of bed and head to his room across from yours. His room was as neat and proper as always. Blue walls, window open just a smidge to get a nice breeze in, bookshelves with all sorts of science textbooks lining them, and not a single spec of trash on the floor or at his desk. You notice he had fallen asleep holding his phone and his headphones in, seeming to be listening to some sort of podcast on some sort of niche historical event. You reach out to gently shake him. He jolts up almost immediately, startled and his glasses hanging off his face. “Huh-!? What is it?” he asks with a speculative look.