A/N: I would have liked some more explorations of artwork-related SatoRisa content, to be honest.

Disclaimer: It's for the fun and nothing more.

Merciless, the wind pounded against her, whipping out of the archway that shone brighter and more painfully with every passing second. As her feet slid from under her, Risa gasped out a scream, then landed on her hands and knees. Still the wind whistled over her and shoved her back, and she huddled down towards the floor.

She heard her name shouted over the din, then all at once he stood there before her, holding back the rush. The lashing of her hair almost stopped in the shelter he provided, and she looked up, wide-eyed, as Hiwatari-kun braced in front of her, one of his hands lifted as if he could by mere force of will end the wind.

"You are only a broken piece of art," he scoffed, his mouth curling in a fearsome smirk as he stared at the cracking archway. "You cannot fight me."

She stared at him, planted firmly despite how the wind tore at his clothes and hair, then she cried out and huddled down again when the artwork blasted light and wind in fresh fury.

"Take my hand."

When she peered up at him, she saw his other hand stretched back for her although he kept his face forward. She grit her teeth, refusing to let her fear keep her frozen in place, and crawled against the wind, then scrambled to get to her feet. The wind pushed back still, but she lunged against it and caught hold of his fingers. He clutched her hand, his skin ice cold, then dragged her forward two steps with him.

"Goodnight," he said, then turned to look at her with his fierce, wild blue eyes. "Risa."

All at once, with a gasp, she pitched forward and jerked to catch herself, but only found herself tangled in her own blanket. She swept her head around to look for the archway, for Hiwatari-kun, but saw only the dark of her bedroom in the middle of the night.

Tense, she waited, listening, then dropped back against her pillow. She had thought for sure she had not been dreaming—and what sort of a dream would that have been, about him saving her?

She rolled over onto her side and pulled her blanket up under her chin, her eyes fixing blankly at the wall and wondering.