[ aside from a few more violent twitches, he doesn't do anything. the stuffed animals returning to his bed seem to calm him, maybe, because he goes still and stiff as a board.
and then shoots up in bed with a sharp gasp, sweaty and wild-eyed. his hands go up to his mouth but he's not even screaming, which is good, better safe than sorry, and he turns to look at Haru's empty bed, slumping with relief. only he'd be less relieved if he'd think to look down at the floor, where Haru actually is. ]
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and then shoots up in bed with a sharp gasp, sweaty and wild-eyed. his hands go up to his mouth but he's not even screaming, which is good, better safe than sorry, and he turns to look at Haru's empty bed, slumping with relief. only he'd be less relieved if he'd think to look down at the floor, where Haru actually is. ]