Dream gripped by foot - until I no hands become a teacher by YuÌ„ji Kojima

Dream raised his head, his reflective green eyes looking Tommy up and down. Tommy swallowed, creaking the door open so he could step inside. His mask was off, his hoodie and pants replaced by soft sweatpants and a black night shirt. The man in question was sitting on his bed with a book, a medical kit out on the quilt and a bowl of soup on the dresser next to him. Once he was changed he headed for Dream’s room, even though his feet were heavy with dread. He was forced to settle with a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, despite the fact it was cold upstairs. Again, changing into his night close was a hassle, the fabric rubbed on his sore areas. When Tommy was done he wrapped a towel around his waist, heading for his room. The warm water felt good on his skin, but also slapped at his cuts and burns. Tommy meant to take a quick shower, but his injuries forced him to be slow and delicate. Tommy bit his lip, swallowing a lump in his throat. Rabbit stew was one of his favorite foods, but Dream only made it for him on special occasions, or when he’d done a good job with training. Tommy’s eyes widened as he watched Dream go. “I’ll have some rabbit stew ready then.” Dream was already heading to the kitchen. He hadn’t eaten all day, or the night before. It was then he realized that his stomach was practically screaming at him. Tommy froze, his hand on the rail and one foot on the first step. “Okay.” Tommy quickly went for the stairs, eager to get out of Dream’s sight. “Do you want to shower first, or have me treat your injuries?” Dream asked, breaking the hours-long silence. They studied Tommy, slowly analyzing his beaten form. Though there was something off with his eyes. The boy felt like he was being glared at from behind the mask, but when Dream took it off he could see it was more of a neutral expression. Tommy turned around, watching Dream close and lock the door. He hated the place, he felt like a bird in a gilded cage. It was better than Logestedshire, plenty of space and good at keeping the warm air in, but it was unbelievably lonely there.

Tommy could only stare at the faint light, his body stiff, before Dream lightly tapped him on the shoulder, nodding for him to go inside.Īs Tommy stepped inside, he never thought he’d be so relieved to be home.

The spruce door creaked open, the warm light of lanterns becoming them inside. Tommy eye’s followed Dream as the older man silently unlocked the front door. His red hoodie was torn in several places, his mask cracked and now stored in his inventory. Tommy shivered in the dusk’s chilly air, but hadn’t dared say anything about it. So they walked at a slow pace, saying nothing, Dream’s arm wrapped gingerly yet protectively over Tommy’s shoulder. Usually they would travel by trident or enderpearl, but Tommy was too beaten and shocked for that. The two of them had been walking for a couple hours now, the sun a thin twilight by the time they had arrived home.

Dream gripped by foot - until I no hands become a teacher by YuÌ„ji Kojima