I always found dreams peaceful, up until I actually had a dream. I just assumed that I always forgot my dream, until the day I found out the truth. I Yukio Yume come from a long line of dream watchers. My family, since the beginning of time, have watched over others, protecting their dreams. We can never have a dream of our own. Anyways they fun fact is that, due to the ever growing need for saviors like us, our family is extremely fertile and are able to give birth to three babies at a time. It's unusual to have less than two babies born. So, that's why I have thirty brothers and thirty sisters. Seven triplets. I, was the only solo child. I'm the youngest.

I was supposed to have two brothers, but I apparently absorbed them in the womb and got their powers as well. That means I'm an extremely fertile and extremely powerful child. Because if this, all I really have to do is look pretty, because any job would want a child from my family. Even though I'm already twenty one and am in college, I have been asked to attend matchmaking lessons.

Normal people don't know about my power, most people don't know about my power, but my family name sends people to the ground, licking the floor I walk on. It's so damn annoying. My hair is a strawberry blond and my eyes are violet, my skin isn't pale nor tan and not a blemish is to be seen. I have a hairless body and stand at 5'10, so I'm a decent height. I have a slim but somewhat muscular build. This my job after college is modeling.

"Hey, Yukio, I'm staying at your place tonight." A voice I knew well informed.

"Honestly Shizuo, stop staying at my place, go home once in awhile." I joke. Shizuo was my best friend. With dark brown hair, pale green eyes, a muscular build and plump lips, standing at 6'4, he was a formidable foe. We've known each other since kindergarten and managed to stay friends. He had his ears pierced on the upper part of his ears and where you would normally pierce them. His tongue was pierced and many girls have said it feels fucking good when the metal runs against their bodies. Don't see how really.

"Come on, it's an excuse to use your gaming console." Shizuo jokes.

"Yeah right. Come on, you're coming with me to get some coffee before we head back." I comment. Shizuo lives in the dorms, but he was hardly there, he stayed at my apartment most of the time and he even leaves clothes there. I'll ask him today if he just wants to move in because the dorms cost so damn much. It wouldn't be weird.

"Is that you?" Shizuo broke me out of my thoughts and pointed to a billboard that had me front and center, a girl hugging my arm and we were in our underwear, the right fabric clinging to our slim frames. She was photoshopped beyond belief, but they kept me the same. The advertisement was for perfume, and it seemed pretty damn effective. The perfume was pretty sweet.

"Yeah that's me." I sigh.

"Looking good as usual." Shizuo jokes.

"Very funny." We continue to walk and get to our usual café. We order our coffees and sit down.

"One day they'll have you posing naked." Shizuo snorts.

"They've tried. I reject those offers." I assure.

"One day though." Shizuo laughed. As we were talking, a girl approached.

"Excuse me, are you Yukio Yume?" The girl questions. With my job and my name, girls seek me out often.

"Yeah, that's me." I smile kindly.

"Uh, can I take a picture?" She questions.

"Go ahead." I smile and she pulls out her phone, turning away from us and getting all three of us into the selfie. She quickly snaps a photo, mutters a quick thank you and walks away.

"Let's head back." Shizuo sighs and we get up, leaving the store and heading back to my place.

"Living in the dorms must be expensive." I comment causally.

"Yeah. It is." Shizuo shrugs.

"You stay at my place a lot as it already is, so why don't you just move in? It's bothering me that you barely stay at the dorms, and it's pretty expensive to stay there." I suggested. Shizuo paused for a second, as if running a bunch of thoughts through his head.

"I guess that would be best. We still are pretty close to university." He smiled.

"You'll get your stuff tomorrow, considering it's Friday. I'm going to finish the reading for one of my lectures then hit the hay. Play on my video stream for as long as you desire." I joke as I pull out one of my textbooks from my bag.

"I guess I'll do my homework too then. You have a job tomorrow, right, should I use the spare key to get in?" Shizuo questions. I shrug and nod. We do our homework together and go to separate rooms to sleep, obviously. As soon as I hit the bed, my eyes close and I'm swept into a dream, just not my own.

Dream world.....

My eyes flutter open and I find myself looking into a mirror. So a self conscious dream? Wait, no. It's me in the mirror. What!? Against my will, my body let out a sigh.

"Hey, Yukio, what are you sighing about?" I couldn't even control my movements!? I turned around and found myself face to face with Shizuo.

"It's nothing." I threw my arms around his neck, looking up at him. "Welcome home." What was even going on? I rose to the tip of my toes and felt something warm envelop my lips. Wait, was I kissing Shizuo? If so, then I don't know what to do. Anything that happens in these dreams happens to me in real life, so I can feel everything. The heat on my lips was sweet, but I didn't want it. Our lips parted and Shizuo smiled at me.

"I love you. I love you so god damn much." The words sent an oh so pleasant shiver down my spine and I found that I surprisingly, didn't say anything back. I saw his face contort in slight pain, and I wanted so bad to say the words just to make him happy, even if I didn't feel it.

"I like you a lot." My voice finally came out, it was me this time. Well, my thoughts voiced through dream me. His face perked a bit and he grabbed my hand, leading me into my bedroom at my place. I was pushed onto the bed and he crawled on top of me, capturing my lips in a kiss. Clothes were magically discarded, I mean, after all, this is a dream. But what the fuck, why is Shizuo dreaming about this?

"If only the real you could accept me." W-wait, dies Shizuo like me? I was cut off by a dick prodding into my ass. If this wasn't a dream, this would hurt a lot. And he's doing it without a condom? Wait, why is that my only worry?

"S-Shizuo! I-it's to big!" Like I'd ever really say that. My arms wrapped around him and my legs hooked by his waist.  It felt good, I won't deny that, but why? Why does he dream about me? Why does he like me?