Dreams- a leopika drabble
The only time Leorio ever dreamed was when Kurapika stayed over. As an overworked med student, all he usually had to do was fall onto his mattress and close his eyes before darkness would envelop him until the next morning, when the whole cycle of class, clinicals, and home would repeat. No time for dreaming when every minute of your day was a struggle. Sleep was actually for sleep. If anything, Kurapika was the one who would dream. Nightmares really. He’d gently shake him awake from his soft cries, and after the third or fourth time this happened, Leorio asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No,” was his quick response.
He’d tried again after the sixth time and received a troubled gaze, followed by a sigh. “My past. Sometimes I dream about … my clan.”
Leorio didn’t push. That was a wound too deep for him to heal. He nodded and kissed his forehead. They went back to sleep.
But one evening, after Kurapika showed up on his doorstep, looking exhausted, with blood coloring his blond strands, Leorio had his first dream. After leading him inside, he’d washed the red from his hair and guided him into bed. They fell asleep, but hours later, he woke panting, with Kurapika staring at him wide-eyed. “What? Where am I?” Leorio asked, hair disheveled, with slick sweat dripping down his chest.
“You're in your apartment … with me,” Kurapika answered, pressing a cool hand against his hot cheek.
Vague puzzle pieces were scattered inside his mind, ones full of fear, longing, and dismay, without him being able to snap them all into place to form a picture. It kept happening each time he stayed over, with Kurapika offering him the same stunned expression. If only he could remember.
One evening, after yet another sleep disturbance forced them both awake, Kurapika offered a clue that, once given, made Leorio realize the other had known the dreams' true contents all along. “Perhaps I can help.”
“Well, I know you’re worried about me, about …” Kurapika hesitated, biting his lip, “about what I do. And … if anything should ever happen to me, well, I feel like you should know that I … I love you too, Leorio.”
“Love me … too?” He’d never dared speak those words to him before. Leorio just knew he’d race for the door in an instant. Never see him again. This weird situationship of theirs over in an instant.
But no, here he was, saying it first.
In the dark room, Kurapika’s irises shifted to a light pink, his eyes softening with a knowing look before he leaned over and gently kissed Leorio’s lips. “Try and get some rest.”
It was difficult, but he eventually found peace again with Kurapika in his arms, and when early morning light streamed through his window blinds, drawing him from bed, Leorio finally understood the truth.
And after that night, he neither dreamed nor spoke in his sleep again when Kurapika stayed over.
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