Disclaimer: The characters belongs to Hiro Mashma
Drabbles about nice moments before you're a pairing
Unrelated
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Nightmare
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Sting woke up because he wanted to go to the bathroom. That was it. There was no cute story behind what happened that night. It was mostly a coincidence but Sting was glad it happened. Even if it made some things weirder than they already were with his roommate.
He woke up, went to the bathroom and was ready to get back to his room when he noticed a small light on the living room. He thought it had been his imagination at first, but then he saw it again. He wasn't sure what it was and he even thought it could be a robber, so he made his way slowly to there, just to find Rogue sitting on their couch browsing on his phone. At three in the morning.
"Weren't you already sleeping?" Sting asked and startled him.
"I could ask the same" he answered after he recovered.
"Went to the bathroom. Was heading to bed. Not scrolling at my phone on the couch"
"I didn't want to sleep anymore"
"You went to bed even before i did because you said you were tired. How are you not sleepy anymore?"
Rogue went silent and Sting felt something strange. He wanted to sleep but he was worried for Rogue and didn't want to leave him alone until he was sure everything was okay. He moved to sit on the couch, by his side, and asked him.
"What are you not telling me?" Rogue stiffened at his side but he kept scrolling on his phone like if he hadn't hear him, so Sting continued. "You know you can tell me whatever you want, right? We're friends"
"I know"
"You don't need to sit here all by yourself pretending nothing happened."
Rogue sighed at him and locked his phone, putting it on his lap before saying.
"I had a nightmare and couldn't fall asleep again"
"A nightmare?"
"Yes. It's stupid you don't need to worry"
"If it bothers you it's not stupid. Want to talk about it?"
"Not really…"
"Well, then…" They were silent for a few minutes until Rogue said.
"You should go back to sleep"
"What? And leave you here all alone? No"
"It's late"
"I know. Not moving"
"What are you gonna do then?"
"Keep you company until you go back to bed?"
"You don't need to"
"I know, but I want to. So… how are your classes going?"
Sting was successful at distracting Rogue from his nightmare, but not so much at sending him back to his room. The next morning, they were both sleeping on the couch, resting over each other.
