Yuugi clung to his covers in fright. He knew it was childish but he didn't care. The storm sounded much too close to him. He whimpered in fear as another boom sounded. He hated storms. They had taken his parents years ago.
Vaguely, he felt warm arms wrap around him, cradling him. He knew who it was so he clung to his support.
He felt Atemu whisper against his ear, soothing him. Atemu knew how much he hated storms. He felt comforted by his presence. The storm outside raged, angry that Yuugi wasn't afraid.
"Let me be your shelter, aibou."
