With another cold start, Touya sat up in bed, dislodging the sleeping boy that had his head pillowed there. He breathed heavily, touching the bedclothes and his pajamas to make sure they were real.
"What's wrong?" Yuki asked, looking adorably disheveled. "You look pale."
Touya pulled him in protectively close to his side.
"Nothing, little one. Just a nightmare." They snuggled back into a comfortable position and Yuki closed his eyes.
"A nightmare." Touya mumbled. "A terrible…stupid, silly nightmare."
And the morning after, Touya got some and everyone (especially Touya and Yuki) lived happily ever after.
Except Touya stopped eating miso soup. He couldn't remember quite why, but he'd lost the taste for it entirely.
The End
See, I said it was silly.