If night and dreams are all we have left.... Then please, dream and allow me this little thing...

If night and dreams are all we have left.... Then please, dream and allow me this little thing: Kiss you, hold you close... And whisper... About many things that did not happen... You and I will remain in this dream, and it will become the best thing we have ever dreamed. -What are you muttering? – Scaramouche looks from his book to his roommate. - Ay... Y-yes, nothing... - Kazuha jumped up sharply on the bed - Seriously? And it seemed to me that you were mumbling. – Scara doesn’t take his eyes off Kazuha. And the second glance can barely stand it. - Scar... You... Why aren't you sleeping? – White-haired decides to fill the silence - M? First of all: I can't sleep. Secondly..... Hmm, nothing important. – After “secondly”, Scar goes to the switch and turns off the light – Hmm... Aeeee.... Good night or something..... -Huh?....Ah, ah, w-well, y-yes, good night... – These sunflowers...... They... Are very similar to you, hehe.... Kazuha... Why are you silent? Kazuha jumps up on the bed. This awakened Scar. - What has already happened? – The dark-haired man says sleepily. - Ah... Ahah... Nothing... - Nothing good. Not great, not wonderful, not wonderful. Everything is terrible. -......No, tell me the truth. – Kazuha feels that Scaramouche will extract the whole truth from him. All juices. All the guts. - Okay, I dreamed of a comrade, are you happy? – There is a piece of truth in these words. - Satisfied. Now come here. – Kazuha shuddered - W-why?.... - A sigh is heard – If you don’t come now, I’ll drag you away – There’s no need to repeat it a second time. Kazuha obediently gets out of bed and approaches Scaramucci The second one abruptly grabs the first one by the shoulders and places him next to him. Not even a second had passed before the white hair began to move About half an hour has passed when the white-haired one jumps up again, and again the dark-haired one will be. - So will you tell me what happened? – Scar is almost yelling A minute of silence. But it lasts like a whole year. - No, everything is fine. Just another nightma-... - Again? – Kazuha was interrupted half a word, just for the sake of a short “again?” The dark-haired man again pulls his friend by the shoulders and makes him face him. He starts stroking his hair. Fucking iron. The dark-haired man's hand abruptly slides from his hair to his cheek. 1 millisecond, and the white-haired man is pulled into a kiss. They lay there like that for half a minute, but they could have gone longer if Kazuha hadn’t pulled away. And, as luck would have it, he moves away. In response to this, they kiss him on the top of his head and softly say, “Sleep, little bunny.” And he falls asleep. If night and dreams are all we have left... Then please, dream and let me do this little thing: Kiss you, hold you close... And whisper... About many things that did not happen. ... You and I will remain in this dream, and it will become the best thing we have ever dreamed....