When I wake up, you... [Pikase]

When I wake up, you...

Au.
 Fukase is a sorcerer, son of a family with a lineage of people with great affinities to magic. The world of Fukase has always been one surrounded by creatures that through incidents throughout history, have become part of the folklore of many cultures. 

Together with his best friend - Piko, whom he has known since childhood - and Len - whom they both knew in their first year of high school - they face the various problems that they create themselves thanks to the abuse of Fukase's magic. 

Thus, until the Council realizes that Fukase not only makes indiscriminate use of his magic, but has even shown it to humans. A severe punishment is imposed on them, but thanks to Arsloid's intervention, their punishment is reduced to fixing the problems that the Council needs to solve. 
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Fukase woke up and the first thing he felt was a pressure that prevented him from breathing easily. 

His head was spinning and he felt as if his head was being pressed with something warm.

His heart was pounding against his chest with a rapidity that terrified him, it even hurt a little. He was short of breath and his breaths were heavy.

Since childhood he had had particularly fluffy hair, it was even sometimes complicated to comb as the brushes tended to stay inside his hair, now his hair was stuck to his forehead, lacking volume due to sweat.

Fukase wanted to rub his hand over his eyes, in an attempt to calm the throbbing headache he had woken up with, but he was unable to lift his hand cause when he moved, he felt a tug that took the little breath he had.

At any movement, he felt his bones ache. His body felt tense, identical to how he ended up every time he exercised without warming up.

He began to inhale and exhale rapidly and steadily as he opened and closed his hand. 

The air was cold and with each deep breath, he felt as if his bones were freezing and yet his body felt so warm and suffocating.

Gradually the tension in his arm and hand eased until it stopped hurting.

With his left hand, Fukase tightened his chest, where his heart should be; his grip was strong, even grabbing a bit of his skin. He tried to sit up, using his elbows for support, as a way to regulate his breathing.

He let out several gasps and although he wasn't even able to sit up straight, the feeling of heat and dizziness subsided a bit.

He kept his eyes closed, simply inhaling and exhaling more quietly, filling himself with the cool night air. When he opened his eyes he found his room shrouded in gloom, not even the artificial light from the street lamps crept through the curtains of his always open window.

It was the first weeks of winter, the cold was already present at every possible moment; since a few days ago he had started to sleep with his longer and warmer pajamas, in spite of that, an icy wind made him shiver. 

With a sore body, he contracted his knees to his chest and with his free hand tried to cover himself as much as he could with his blanket.

Babbling began to come out of his mouth, it wasn´t coherent sentences, mostly just the sounds of his heavy breathing.

He didn't know how long he stayed in that position. He was never good with mental math, adding to that, his brain was still trying to process that nightmare that had disturbed him to the point of waking up in the middle of the morning.