Trigger Warning: Bad dream description, drowning, hurt/comfort

Here's some actual semishira-

Crawling. Crawling all his body.

Kenjirou didn't know what it was that was crawling over him, but he hated it. They were crawling into his mouth, they were crawling into his ears, they covered his entire body with their heavy limbs and their silent chattering filled the air as he lay down hopeless on a crawling floor.

He couldn't breathe. He was going to suffocate as they crawled through his lungs, and they crawled up his windpipe. His heart wasn't beating anymore, as they crawled inside it and filled it. He gasped for air but that just let them all scuttle in more. He started to shake, spluttering and gagging.

Helplessly, he pressed his hands against his neck but that didn't help anything. He was still in so much wordlessly pain.

Above him, zooming out, yet zooming in, he could see words. He couldn't recall what they said after a second had passed. The things were crawling into his eyes. He couldn't see it anymore. Hands grabbed his wrists and he began to choke, kicking and desperately trying to scream.

He was drenched in a cold sweat and then he felt the water rush over him. Warm, warm water. It washed off the crawling things and rinsed his insides clean. For a breath moment. He was safe. The water burned the things and he was safe.

Then he started to burn. His eyes stung and his eyes were on fire. He tried to scream but all that came out were soundless unintelligible warbles. He tried kicking his legs against the bottomless pit of water, seeing the surface just tantalising out of his reach. The things were coming back. They had stopped burning. It was just him burning now, and he couldn't get free. He tried to scream again but the water flooded his lungs. The water in his mouth was freezing and it solidified in his lungs, turning into ice. He was drowning now.

He was going to die.

Kenjirou woke up screaming.

For a moment, he still couldn't breathe, but the air flooded back to him and filled his lungs. He grabbed dumbly at his throat, gasping heavily. From beside him, he could hear a sleepy hum as his husband rolled over.

"Kenji?" Eita whispered drowsily. "Are you alright?"

Kenjirou hesitated, then forced himself into Eita's' arms, cuddling up against his chest.

"Woah, woah, hey, are you okay?" Eita said, sounding more awake. His arms tightened around his husband and he rested his chin against his head.

His hands balled into fists against Eita's' shirt. "Bad dream..." He mumbled.

"Ah..."

The hug tightened. "Poor baby," Eita mumbled, letting Kenjirou nuzzle his face against his neck. "Do you want to go get ice cream? A midnight snack?"

Kenjirou nodded.

.:*:.

The two husbands were sitting in their kitchen, Kenjirou wrapped up in a duvet as he sat on the counter, a mug of steaming hot chocolate in his hands as Eita got out the marshmallows. He walked over to the doctor and sprinkled a large handful into the mug.

Kenjirou smiled weakly and watched them slowly begin to melt.

Eita sat on the side next to him. "Do you... wanna talk about it?"

He swallowed. "Not really."

Eita smiled softly at him, taking a sip from his own hot chocolate. "Do you wanna watch Cloud Atlas?"

"Maybe... What about 'The Princess Bride'?"

"As you wish," He smirked.

Kenjirou giggled a little and Eita grinned at him. "You're dumb," Kenjirou chuckled at him.

"Oh, I know!" Eita smiled. He hopped off the counter and offered his hand out to his husband. Kenjirou giggled again and took his hand, letting Eita assist him of the counter. "To the living room?"

"Yeah," Kenjirou hummed, letting Eita wrap his arms around him. "To the living room..."

He held Eita close as he took a sip from the hot chocolate, letting his husband lead him away to the lounge, where he curled up on the sofa as Eita set up the television. He glanced at the small clock in the corner and saw the time shining back at him: 02:46.

Then a weight fell down on the seat beside him and he turned around to see Eita sitting next to him with a loving beam. He smiled back softly.

"It's starting," Eita said.

"I can see that, dummy," Kenjirou joked, elbowing him and leaning his head against his husband's' shoulder. Very carefully, he took another sip from the hot chocolate and watched the introductory monologue.

There was a moment of silence as the movie played and Kenjirou glanced up at Eita. "Thanks..."

"Hmm? For what?"

"Loving me."

Eita smiled at him and kissed his forehead. "Why would I not?"