(Rem x Reader) Re:Reader - Starting YOUR New Life in Another World

Chapter 22: Pink At Night

A/N: Here's this week's series of chapters! I hope you enjoy them! Again, massive shoutout to ShuTDowN for spotting the small spelling and grammar things I missed.

YN could feel the covers of a bed wrapped and tucked around him.

Feeling himself waking up, he could not exactly remember retiring to bed. Had he been so tired that he simply forgot? Was it the beginning of the third day?

Still in his state of waking up, YN searched his senses for clues.

The first irregularity to stand out was YN did not feel the twinkle of sunlight on his eyes. Having experienced this every time while waking up, be it his bed, or the guest bed, YN was perplexed.

Sniffing the air, he smelled no freshly cut flowers, thus ruling out the guest room.

Thankfully, I don't think we reset...

Turning his attention more inward, he let his arms and legs rouse to life. Going to stretch his legs, he found they didn't move much from where they were.

Feeling the folds of the sheets, he was tucked into the bed in a way he would not normally do on his own.

Did someone...—?!

With the sensation of consciousness letting him feel his arms, and subsequently his hands, YN felt something in one of his hands.

It was warm, soft, and smooth, yet textured in some spots, almost as if whatever he was holding was slightly weathered and worn.

YN let his hand slightly squeeze the object. He quickly realized it was hand. Someone else's hand.

It was smaller than his. It felt fragile, and yet sturdy and strong. Squeezing the hand once more, slightly harder, upon release, the other hand squeezed back. It wasn't a squeeze in simple reaction, but rather a squeeze in acknowledgment, one that was made in kindness, and tenderness. That hand's squeeze was held and maintained in a fashion that implied strong feelings of concern for the well-being of the squeezed hand.

A wash of emotion stemmed up YN's arm from it. Filling his entire body with reverence towards whoever was holding his hand.

YN squeezed the hand back in a manor as similar to it was as he could, hoping to reflect these feelings of fondness he now had back.

He had to see. See with his own eyes.

Slowly opening his eyes, YN's view was blurry. Looking to the side where his hand was held, a fuzz of blue entered his vision.

Just as it began to focus, a most gentle, soft, and caring voice entered his ears.

???: YN-kun.

His view focusing, his eyes laid upon a sight very similar to the one he had the last time he woke up in the mansion for the first time.

Rem: YN-kun is awake. Rem is glad.

The first crystal clear thing YN saw was Rem's smiling, tilted face she had made while speaking to him. YN was silent in reply. The two stared into each other's eyes, neither wanting to look away, or break the moment.

Finally, YN's curiosity got the better of him, ending the moment each of them were having, and asked a question.

YN: How did I end up here?

Giving him a look of sadness and concern, Rem answered.

Rem: YN-Kun collapsed on the lawn from exhaustion and mana loss.