[It's warm, like this, and Eichi puts one of his arms over Midorima's, breathing out like he's more relaxed. The plant... the spirit it had been trying to be... he can forget both of them, like this. Forget everything, just sleep. Rest. Regain energy.
It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep. It's warm like this, and the Chroma has steadied his breathing.
At least until much later, when his grip on Midorima's arm tightens enough to be noticeable, sucking in a breath in his sleep. His expression is all wrinkled, and he tries to say something, but it comes out as an inaudible whisper, but it's clear that he's having some sort of a bad dream.]
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It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep. It's warm like this, and the Chroma has steadied his breathing.
At least until much later, when his grip on Midorima's arm tightens enough to be noticeable, sucking in a breath in his sleep. His expression is all wrinkled, and he tries to say something, but it comes out as an inaudible whisper, but it's clear that he's having some sort of a bad dream.]