Within minutes Makoto fell asleep again. Haruka, however, was wide awake. His body had no intention of going back to sleep any time soon. His cheeks were hot and his heart beat so hard that he thought it was going to leap out of his chest.

He thought about the boy that was lying beside him. The terrified expression on his face and the way he had said that it was ''silly'', which it was not, made Haruka wonder if he had them more often.

He was definitely learning a lot more about Makoto. The fact that he could play the guitar and sing very well, that he sometimes wore glasses, the nightmares that may or may not be a regular occurrence. He was obviously more happy about some things than about others.

He was going to have to ask about the nightmare tomorrow. He didn't like that Makoto was potentially haunted at night by his own thoughts. Maybe something traumatic had happened that was the cause of the nightly terrors in Makoto's dreams. Perhaps it was just a one time thing and he was worrying about nothing. Everyone had a nightmare every once in a while, right?

Yet something inside of him told him that that was not the case. It was a mere feeling in his gut, but Haruka knew his instincts were usually right.

He was definitely going to discuss this with Makoto in the morning.

Suddenly he felt a muscular arm wrap around his waist, pulling him closer. Haruka remembered Makoto telling him he could get clingy in his sleep. He was certainly not saying that out of embarrassment at the time, Haruka thought.

He turned around to face the other. It was dark in the room, so Haruka couldn't see everything very clearly, but he could make out Makoto's face. The expression on his face was soft, like he was completely at peace. It seemed as if the horrors from before had left Makoto's imagination and Haruka was relieved. Makoto looked like an actual angel right now, even more so than normally, an angel who deserved a peacefull sleep.

Maybe the nightmares were part of the reason why Makoto looked utterly exhausted every morning. He had always told Haruka that the twins woke him up very early every morning, was that a lie? No, he doesn't think that Makoto was lying about this. Makoto is way too honest to casually tell lies. Besides, now that he met Ren and Ran he could believe that they screamed their brother awake on a daily basis. Though, they probably won't do that tomorrow, considering they went to bed late. Children need their sleep, after all.

Either way, he would find out tomorrow.

The arm around his waist suddenly moved and Haruka felt a big, warm hand pressing against his back that made all his thoughts disappear. He could hear his own heart beating loudly inside his chest. Warmth coming from Makoto's hand spread throughout his whole being and he thought about how close he was to Makoto. He didn't know what this was. He didn't know why this was happening. All he knew was how right this felt. Sharing a bed with Makoto, feeling his arm around him, everything felt just so right and he craved more. So he gave in to his desire and scooted even closer to Makoto.

This was everything he never knew he needed. He felt things that he never knew he was capable of feeling, even if he didn't know it's meaning. This warmth, the warm puffs of air hitting his black locks through Makoto's parted lips, the feeling of another human's body, specifically Makoto's, holding him close, the fragrance of Makoto filling his nostrils. All these things he never knew the comfort of, yet it all meant so much to him already. He didn't know if this was wrong, but how could something that felt so right possibly be wrong?

Haruka lifted his hand and placed it softly against Makoto's chest. Through the layer of thick muscles he could feel the steady beating of a strong heart. His own heart calmed down slightly and it was as if was trying to monopolise the rhythmic beating of Makoto's.

Slowly Haruka felt himself drifting off to sleep, listening to the calm breathing of Makoto and feeling the beating of his heart against his palm.

When Haruka woke up that morning, Makoto was already awake. He was staring at Haruka as if he was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes upon. When he noticed the other was awake, he smiled.

''Good morning, Haru.'' Haruka looked at him and saw that Makoto looked a lot more rested than usually. He didn't have any bags under his eyes and he sounded a lot more awake.

''Morning.''

''Thanks for last night, but I'm still really sorry that I woke you.''

''I already told you it's fine,'' Haruka said and he decided to cut to the chase immediately. ''Do you often have nightmares?''

Makoto saw that Haruka wasn't going to accept any flimsy excuses and he sighed.

''I do. Pretty much every night, to be precise.'' He sounded as if he was very disappointed in himself. ''But, it's no big deal!''

Haruka felt as if Makoto was trying to convince himself more than him.

''Makoto, it's okay. It's nothing to be embarrassed about.'' Haruka said calmly.

''I guess you're right.'' Makoto replied.

''Did something happen?'' He inquired, his voice full of worry.

''No, not really. I've been having nightmares for as long as I remember, though it didn't used to be this frequent. At first it was just every once in a while, but it wasn't anything worth of worry yet. A lot of kids have nightmares, you know, some more than others, but it's nothing abnormal. We kind of figured it would eventually go away, that I would outgrow it like children grew out of imaginary friends. Only it didn't. It seemed as if the older I got, the more often I would get the bad dreams. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and it would take hours to go back to sleep. And even then, there are times that the nightmares return. Sometimes I can't wake up and I'm exhausted in the morning. It's been a while since I actually slept as well as I did last night. After you woke me up, of course.'' Makoto told him.

Haruka thought it was awfull that Makoto had to go through this every single night. He wanted to help him, but he didn't know how. Makoto had slept well last night, so perhaps it was that Haruka's presence had soothed him and lulled him to sleep. If this was the case, then Haruka couldn't be happier. If Makoto was his rock, then maybe he could be Makoto's. They could get through this together.

''It's okay now, Makoto. I'm here for you and we're going to get through this together.''