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𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹, (𝗬/𝗻) 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗴𝘂𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗼𝘆. 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹, 𝘀𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗴𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘃𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. 𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀.

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Messy jet black hair, distant teal blue eyes, and such a lost expression on that mysterious face.

"Mum, you don't have to worry about that," the boy says quietly as he rolls up his sleeves and then crouches down to pick something up. "I can do it. Just rest for now please."

Everything slows down when he looks up right at me, his gaze unfaltering.

Gasping for air desperately, I quickly sit up in my bed and then grab a handful of my nightshirt with one hand while the other frantically rubs at my eyes, my heart racing like never before.

"Damn," I whisper to the night as I fall back, my head sinking into my soft pillowcase. "Again."

I've heard that boy's voice in my dreams every once in a while ever since I started my first year in high school but now that I'm in my last year at high school, I've started to see him in my dreams as well. And although I'm intrigued by him, this has just made things so much worse for me.

My sleep is consumed by a boy I've never met before and what really frustrates me is that I have no clue why I see him in particular and that I may never meet or see him in real life.

"Nightmare again?" a gruff voice calls out to me and I flinch at this simple question.

"Yeah," I lie to my younger sister and then turn on my side to see her lying on her side as well, her (y/e/c) eyes similar to mine watching me carefully. "Go back to sleep, Kazuya."

"Won't be able to for a while now," she grumbles, pouting. "What'd you dream of this time?"

The boy from my dreams flashes through my mind.

"Wondering whether I can manage to carry all my responsibilities on my own," I lie again.

"That's a stupid nightmare to have if you ask me," my little sister murmurs in response and then shoots me a tired, questioning look. "Why the hell are you dreaming of stuff like that, (Y/n)?"

"Oi, I didn't ask for these damn nightmares," I instantly snap, wincing at my harsh tone. "It's not like I can control what I dream at night. Whatever happens, just happens. I don't have a say in what I want to dream and what I don't want to dream. Just go to sleep, Kazuya."