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Kimishima knocked on Kazuma's door, hating the fact that he had come so early when no one was awake and that he was so insecure that he'd been rattled by a Goddamn dream.
After a few moments of impatient waiting, a tousled and perturbed Kazuma answered the door.
"What the hell so you think you're doing, Kimishima? It's four AM."
"I'm sorry, Kazuma," He whispered, turning his head at his best friend's state of undress. "I just had a bad feeling. I couldn't sleep without seeing you."
Kazuma narrowed his eyes and took a closer inspection of Kimishima.
"Is something wrong? You don't look good. What's going on?"
"I…" Kimishima wanted to tell him what was wrong, but as he stood there, bare feet cold on the ground, his blanket still wrapped around his shoulders and looking upon Kazuma who had on only a pair of boxers and a confused expression, the reason seemed too idiotic. "Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to see you."
Kazuma bit his lip and moved, motioning Kimishima inside.
"I don't know what's going on, but come inside before you get sick. Stay here for the rest of the night, okay?"
Kimishima closed his eyes and gave a small, quivering smile, following the younger man inside.
"That…would really be great, Kazuma. Thanks, man."
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