[ in the dark, his eyes widen a fraction as he tries to parse what exactly is happening. it's enough to startle him, because-- well, this is Nagisa. it's not as if he wouldn't worry about any other Iwatobi member having an obvious nightmare, but there was something about Nagisa experiencing one that was particularly disconcerting. Haru's shoulders tense as his friend's form darts up in the dark, his chest gripped with a sudden anxiety as he shrinks in form, ducking slightly and peeking from right over the side of the bed to watch him.
he ... should do something. he should do something, right? this isn't the type of thing you just sit and watch, even if Nagisa seems to have woken up already ...
obviously the best thing to do is to reach out and touch what seems to be his leg. ]
i hat eyou
he ... should do something. he should do something, right? this isn't the type of thing you just sit and watch, even if Nagisa seems to have woken up already ...
obviously the best thing to do is to reach out and touch what seems to be his leg. ]