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Ayato:
-In sleep, you saw the most of Ayato’s stress. He couldn’t pretend to be tough when nightmares were clawing at his mind.
Curled up tight, tiny sobs slipping out as he shivered and twitched, he looked more like a child than ever. His forehead was hot and damp under your hand, hair matted down and tangled.
All he did was whimper and lean into your touch, curling close against you leg and sobbing even harder.
You saw Ayato’s eyes crack open for just a moment, but they quickly slammed shut again as he buried his face in your thigh and shook. Quietly humming, you gently stroked his hair, letting him cling and cry.
Ruki:
-His nightmares were always subtle; never sobbing or curling up in terror, just shivering in his sleep and scrunching up his face.
Ruki never wanted to talk about his past, and somehow, you understood why. Whatever had happened to give such a young child such awful burns and nightmares ever night had to be something truly sickening.
He tended to reject touch, too proud to allow himself to be babied in any way, but you couldn’t help but reach out and gently brush the hair off his forehead.
One small hand latched onto your wrist, and if Ruki’s eyes weren’t still firmly squinched shut, you would have thought you’d woken him. The tension in his face lessened, just slightly, as tiny fingers dug into your wrist.
Shuu:
-For some reason that he refused to tell you about, Shuu dreamed of fire almost every time he slept.
He’d never explain, turning sullen and looking away every time you tried to ask, but the memories of some mysterious blaze haunted him. It was the one time you’d ever seen him afraid, and you both hated it.
After the nightmares had grown worse than ever, he’d taken to sleeping in your lap, curled up and easy to comfort.
When he started to whimper in his sleep, you could pet silky hair, rub a small, thin back, and do everything to make sure he’d be alright.
Kou:
-Kou didn’t have nightmares, he had nightterrors. Horrible, violent things that left him sobbing and screaming and tangled in the sheets.
Normally, he’d run to you instantly upon waking, face still red and damp with tears. He’d cling to your chest and sob and howl until every bad memory was pushed away once again.
But when you found him first, you did what you could before he even woke; humming softly, stroking scrunched up, reddened cheeks.
Blue eyes snapped open with a gasp, and a small body launched itself against you before you could even blink. Just as you expected, you were his first thought for comfort after the dream.