As he slept he found himself dreaming of the past. Of those countless days in high shcool they ended up fighting, of those rare moments when they, albeit awkwardly got along... and those countless countless misunderstandings.
He dreamt of their first encounter. when Shizuo instantly picked up on his nature. He was the only one to notice it so quick and to react so violently.
He dreamt of recent events; his helplessness when he had been held captive. How he had broken to that man's will simply because his hands were tied and a gun was pointed at him. he dreamt of the pain of being shot, of every punch and snap of bone.
All that agony, physi