The complete and utter fondness, the craving an​​​​​d the desire to be held by two warm hands, pulled in close to a lean and athletic body full of comfort and life. It was almost overshadowed by the frustration, the grating irritation that rendered you feeling completely vulnerable and helpless.

It was like a cycle you couldn't stop, it had become routine to do it, go to school or live through your mundane life day-by-day only to glow at the mere thought of falling back asleep to see him. To hear his teasing, smug voice and watch the heat in his intoxicating, milky chocolate-coloured eyes and by now, it was just making you so, so annoyed.

Almost heartbreaking, the way you just wanted to feel his skin on yours, the way you wanted nothing more than to drag your face along the front of his shirt and breathe him in to smell his scent and run your nails through his hair and smell the natural musk of his head and his shampoo. Yearning to feel his lips on your neck when he kissed so sensually and clung to your hips, your waist and back like your reactions and tiny mewls gave him life.

Because that's what it looked like. It's what you felt when he wasted no time to get his hands on you and when the two of you sought each other out for a few minutes when appearing in that place to spend as much time as you could together.

Sometimes you could have the luxury of relaxing and eating some poor form of nutrition before going to sleep at a reasonable time; even if you still woke up dead tired and dreading the day, but other times like this, you really had to complete your homework or assessments that had been handed out by your teachers. The workload was getting especially tougher and with a serious undertone due to the fact that you were in your final year of high school but with no particular plans, you were really left to your own devices, avoiding peoples needless questions of what you had planned for your future.

A green tea freshly drained by the side of your bed, you were left feeling warm and content as you let yourself fall back into the bed and close your eyes for a moment to bask in the accomplishment of having finished your work. After passing a few texts back and forth with Misaki to assist her, she had thanked you eagerly and bid you a goodnight which only really gave you one option you saw favourable as you smoothly sat up once more to turn off the lamp by your bed and made yourself comfortable in bed, pulling the blankets up and checking your social media for a short while before sleep gratefully consumed you.

"Yo!"

His voice was full of excitement and impatience, you turned to see him already rushing towards you, an arm stretched out to you while his eyes were shining with a child-like playfulness that had you more curious and it gave you little to no time to actually admire him once again. Especially when he had been dashing towards you with no shirt on.

"Come on, I have to show you something!"

It was so embarrassing, feeling your heart race but no heat came forth onto your cheeks, where you knew your cheeks were probably the colour of a ripe cherry, "H-Huh, uh, okay." His hand reached yours effortlessly, entwining his fingers with yours and holding your hand tightly.

The feeling brought a breath of fresh air into your lungs, or that's what it felt like, like you were complete once again. And you stared, gaping, silently watching his back muscles move as he hurried to bring you along through the trees in the direction that he had come from. His waist was thin, his skin looking smooth and slightly tan and you let your eyes wander further upwards to see the wide expanse of his shoulders which made your eyes grow even wider, if it was even possible and somehow you couldn't look away, feeling as if you were free to look at him as you pleased.

It was just a dream, after all.

"My eyes are up here, princess," you didn't need to meet his eyes to know he was smirking in absolute delight. But, really, it didn't even bother you and maybe you had miscalculated just how frustrated you really were.

"I-I, yeah.."

A chuckle came from his lips and he pulled you closer to him so you could walk beside him instead of behind. He loosened his hold and you almost stumbled, a little saddened that you weren't able to focus on his back anymore. His golden hair was slightly messy and he lifted his hand around your shoulders so he was holding you into him, your fingers still clinging to his as your arm was resting across your chest and holding his hand on your opposite shoulder that he was standing by.

"I fell asleep without my shirt on... you'll never guess what I saw when I got here."

There was something very alarming in the statement that he had just said to you. Sirens rang in your mind and your brows furrowed, confused and honestly a little bit troubled by his easy admission and even the feeling of his lips grazing the shell of your ear couldn't distract you as it would normally do. But before you could question it, the trees finally cleared for you to gaze up at an amazing sight that left your lips parting.

"Th-This is.."

"You know it, right?! Of course you do, isn't this insane!" Yelling, the arm that wasn't around your shoulders was erratically gesturing to the massive building that you knew was really called a castle.

The very same castle from that very well-known Studio Ghibli movie.

"Oh w-wow."

You couldn't even fathom how this could be possible and he departed from you to run to the massive, messily-built castle, "W-Wait!" He looked back at you to watch you walk, then jog and start running towards him and his grin stretched ear-to-ear as he held his arms out to you, letting you jump right into his hold and rub your nose into the junction of his neck and shoulder, humming out of pure happiness,

"I missed you too, babe, but we gotta check this out!"

He briefly explained that he had been watching the movie before he fell asleep and he brought you along through the magical building, retelling the scenes of the film as if explaining it to someone who had never seen it before.

It brought more emotions of uneasiness but the way he wouldn't let go of you, kissing your neck and cheeks randomly let you forget about those things for the moment.

The two of you explored the place and you looked around too enraptured to say anything other than small words of wonder and amazement. Because it was amazing, it was so cool that the film was here and real in a dream and he took you up the stairs to look through the doors seeing rooms and bathrooms, messy and lived in even though there was no sign of life until he met the door to a small balcony that made you feel incredibly high-up.

He sat on the floor and let his legs hand over the edge, but not before scooting back just a little and bringing you down before him so you could sit with your clothed back against his naked chest, his firm arms coming around your stomach. He tightened his hold on you, burying his face in the skin of your neck and placing butterfly kisses in between a bite as you tensed from surprise with a smile before he eased it with another kiss and a small lick.

The heat rumbled in your lower gut and he felt you moving, almost rubbing yourself on his lap. Sucking in a breath, he kissed you with more purpose now, deeper and with more erotic intentions, "Did you miss me, too?"

"Uh h-huh," melting at his arousing touch that made your breath fasten and your heart race, "Hmm, you're so sweet for me, maybe I should sleep with my shirt off more often."

Again, your brow furrowed and he continued to lay gentle kisses along your skin, skin that was senseless and luke-warm, seemingly void of soul despite you being right there in his arms. Because to him, that's what you were. Because to you, it was the same.

He wasn't real. He was only a figment of your imagination and everything he said was only what your subconscious desired, everything he did what you secretly desired, "I'd like that."

He grinned against you, you felt the shape of his smooth teeth as he smiled and your hand rose to run through his hair, tugging a little before brushing your fingers through and slicking the golden hair back as well as you could with no products on hand.

"Mmm..." A hum rumbled through his throat and the vibration on your shoulder brought goosebumps along your skin. It was intoxicating, he was intoxicating, "tell me more about your life, before you said you hated it, is it okay now?"

The sincerity was there, but it was almost shallow, like he was making conversation just for the sake of it and you hummed in reply, watching the huge expanse of trees as the horizon was coloured in nothing but the night sky.

"Nothing changed,-"

You caught yourself from unconsciously saying what you desired but also feared,

"Nothing changed, love."

"It's just.. Everything is so boring and I'm tired."

Silence.

Given the boy's personality you didn't really expect a wise and helpful answer, you supposed. Just his presence, and touch and lips were already so much. It was dizzying, how much you adored him. His voice, his smile and his bright eyes. Your imagination really knew how to make a fool out of you. Making you so dearly fond of someone like this.

"Sounds like high school," he snickered playfully, "it'll get better soon, nothing bad goes forever,"

"Nothing good does, too," You completed, managing to dull the mood and dampen his simper to a neutral line along his lips. You had been side-eyeing him over your shoulder, chin lifted to still accommodate for his kisses, "Sorry.."

"Nothing to be sorry about, doll." Murmuring, a giggle was forced from your mouth when the just-barely contact of his lips tickled your ear, this prompted him to grin again, rushing in without giving you a chance to realise what was happening when he blew a raspberry on your skin, loud and making you squeal before you suddenly inhaled sharply when his frisky behaviour managed to turn sensual again, teeth biting into your neck that would no doubt leave a mark if this had been the real world.

"What're those names?" you managed to laugh out, finding that you loved them a lot more than that question made sound like. Your chest was empty and full at the same time, heart pounding and your gut felt fluttering. Like the only thing keeping you grounded was his hold on you. Your hand moved from his hair to grip the back of his neck, he chuckled, smug,

"What, you don't like 'em, angelface?"

If you weren't here right now you would no doubt get embarrassed and turn away, possibly even try and escape. But right here, right now, you leaned your head on his shoulder while he stared down at you like you were a newly discovered jewel; priceless and breath-taking,

"I really like them," you admitted, freely and yet you knew your face was lighting up. You could see it all over his smug, arrogant, playful, beautiful, handsome face.

"I knew you would, babycakes."

And as if he was the cat to your catnip, his face was gone from your view and buried into your neck, butterfly kisses and smooches placed on your skin like he owned you and maybe he did, which prompted you to speak,

"Hey, listen.."

"Hm?" Kiss after kiss, after nip after kiss, he didn't move his face from your skin, like he was trying to engrave your scent, touch and being into him but the two of you knew it couldn't be done.

"I think... you might be real."

"Hmf," he snickered, not expecting you to say that. Like it was a ridiculous thought.

"Of course I am, It's my dream after all."

"Wha-" Pushing against his hold, he almost looked offended, like a kid getting his toy snatched away from him, you turned sideways on the flood to see him properly, "I mean it, I'm so confused.. I don't know how but.. Maybe we're both-"

"What, real?"

Struck by the sudden passiveness, you had flinched. Almost whining when his hands began to retract from you, "The hell are you on about? I'm gonna look around some more before I have to go, let's just... drop this,"

He stood and you were almost hypnotised by his low-hanging sweatpants, able to see some dark hair trailing down and his hip bones that you wanted to bite and lick, "But-"

"Come on, baby, let's just go."

Even when his mood was soured, he still reached out for you, "you don't know what you're talking about," he gave a half-smirk, as if you had attempted to make a funny joke but failed the delivery.

"R-Right.. Of course.."

He took you by the hand, loose while you held on tight, afraid of being torn apart - from either the boy himself, or from you having to wake up - and you wondered if it was worth bringing it up to figure what this was all about if he was going to shut you down and pretend it never happened.

okay I forgot how much I like this fic and I get quite a few people asking for updates so I planned it all out and it'll be 15 chapters with some smut in the later chapters

will edit and update soon! <3