Hmm, could you write one about kunihiro having a nightmare about his time at the bottom of the ocean and Kane-San comforts him :3
This is the first time I’ve ever written them so I hope it’s okay!
It was cold and so dark Horikawa doubted that light existedat all. The weight of the water crushed down on him, squeezing the air out ofhis burning lungs. He gasped for breath, but the water rushed in, flooding hislungs, ripping life from his body. He raised a hand to his mouth, trying tostem the flow of water, but it was rusted and useless, falling to pieces as hedragged it up.
“Help!” he tried to cry out, “Kane-san!” but the water wastoo thick around his throat, constricting it so nothing could come out. Hecould only float there, under the crushing pressure of the ocean, his bodyrotting and falling apart as he struggles in vain to swim upwards-
He jerked awake, gasping in beautiful, fresh oxygen. It tookhim a couple of seconds to realise he wasn’t under the ocean anymore. his eyestook in the familiar surrounding of the room and his body registered thefamiliar warmth at his side.
He looked down at Kane-san, still asleep, his long hair flowingacross the bed and smiled. He wasn’t at the bottom of the ocean, not anymore. Hepushed the hair out of Kane-san’s face and lay down next to him, snuggling asclose as he could.
Kane-san’s warmth seemed into him, chasing the away the icychill filling his body. If he shut hiseyes tight, he could imagine the sea water rushing out of him, being replacedby the burning, sun-like heat of Kane-san. He nuzzled closer, desperate to dry up all thesea water, to evaporate it all, leaving behind a baking-hot salt plain.
“Go to sleep,” Kane-san murmured, his voice rough with sleep.Horikawa smiled as an arm wrapped around him, securing him. No one would throwhim in the ocean if Kane-san was holding him.
“Sorry for waking you, Kane-san,” Horikawa replied softly,his voice loud in the silence of their room.
“You’re keeping me awake by talking,” Kane-san said,squeezing Horikawa to show he was forgiven.
Horikawa relaxed, listening to the rhythm of Kane-san’sbreathing, like the waves on the shore -gentle and safe, nothing like the crushof the ocean floor. Sleep started to claw at his mind, dragging him down, notinto cold darkness but into peaceful sleep.
“Thank you, Kane-san,” he vaguely mumbled before sleep tookhim completely.










