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𝔸/ℕ: ℍ𝕖𝕪𝕒! 𝕊𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕, 𝕙𝕒𝕙. 𝕀'𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨, 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥. 𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤! 𝕀 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤! 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕐𝕚𝕟𝕪𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕊𝕒𝕝𝕥 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣? 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜 𝕠𝕟 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥! ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤, 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟!

 The cold night air whipped through your window, as you snuggled peacefully beneath your covers. It's been a while since OJ won the game show, and he was kind enough to let you stay in the hotel he owned. After all, you didn't really have anywhere else to go, and you did make a lot of friends during the competition. It was basically a no-brainer. Especially since a certain someone would be living opposite you. Paper, you two were very close during the challenges, and you couldn't deny that you really liked him, a bit more than what is considered platonic. But, alas, it's not like you'll ever tell him that. You'd be far too nervous.

Curling up in the blankets, you waved those thoughts out of your brain. Thinking about things like that will end up in you never going to sleep. It was like, midnight, or something, and you were hoping you wouldn't wind up sleep deprived in the morning. Everyone else was already asleep by now, they had to be.

...Or, that's what you thought.

A door creaking open sounded in the night, making you spring up in fear. Whipping your head towards your door, you let out a sigh of relief when you saw it wasn't yours. But that begged the question, whose door was it? It sounded really close, and you've always been the curious type. So, shaking off your fear, you slid out from your bed, making your way over to your room door. Pushing it open, you peeked out from behind it, keeping yourself mostly hidden with the wooden material, like you were using it as a shield. Only, you didn't need to. The culprit was the very person you were stressing over a few moments before. Paper stood there, frozen like a deer in headlights. Bags under his eyes, and a dried liquid staining his surface. He stared at you with wide eyes, seemingly surprised to see you.

The two of you stared at each other, metaphorical cogs turning in your respective heads. Until you decided to speak up, a concerned and confused squeak coming out of your throat. "Paper...? Why are you up so late...?"

He seemed to snap out of it at your words, glancing away somewhat sheepishly. Now that you were more focused, you noticed he was shaking. A lot, actually. "I... I had a nightmare. Y'know, about the- about the thingy."

You understood immediately. He had a nightmare about Idiotic Island, a place that both of you suffered greatly. But Paper had taken the brunt of the trauma, and that had seriously messed him up mentally, So night terrors about that place would be expected. But that didn't stop you from wanting to comfort him.
So, that you did. Running over to him, you scooped up his hand in yours, concern lacing your every move. He stared at you as you engulfed him in a hug, a steady flush creeping across his face, unbeknownst to you.

"Paper, I'm so, so sorry," You started, "Do you need anything? I'm always going to be here to help you."

Silence hung in the hallway, as you waited for Paper's answer. Upon not getting anything, you started to pull away. Maybe you were making him uncomfortable? But that possibility was ruled out when he pulled you right back in, holding you close to him.

"Stay here, please. I- I need you, (Y/N)." Your face flushed as you heard him speak, his arms wrapped around you.

"...Alright, i-if... you say so." You decided, embracing him as well.

And stay there you did.