Kuwabara
Kuwabara woke silently, his only reaction to the dream being the jerky opening of his eyes and the thudding of his heart against his ribs. His hand groped along the carpet, searching for his cellphone. Cripes, it was probably in his suitcase near the door. He had to get up to find i-
His hand bumped something warm and he nearly fell out of the bed while turning on the bedside lamp to see what it was.
To his utter surprise, Yusuke was asleep near the edge of the mattress, his arm flopped out towards Kuwabara as if offering itself up. How the dark-haired boy had gotten into his hotel room was beyond Kuwabara, but he was grateful that Yusuke remembered their protocol for soothing a nightmare.
Forcing himself to believe that this was so frickin' childish and lame, Kuwabara clicked off the lamp, lay back down, and slipped his hand into Yusuke's. Their fingers clasped each other, sharing the warmth between their palms.
"You alright, Kuwabara?" Yusuke murmured sleepily, not even bothering to open his eyes to the blackness of the foreign room.
"I'm fine."
"Good. Quit waking me up, wouldja?"
