Dream- male y/n x Sakusa

CHAPTER 1- INTRO

I'm a special person.

And I'm not saying that out of pride. I really am.

When I was born, my parents noticed I had red hair. But none of my family has that color of hair, and my mother swears she never cheated on my father. They're really red, fiery red and rebellious.

The rest of me is pretty boring: even dreams aren't special. In elementary school I used to hang out with my two friends and, while we exchanged cards, to tell each other the dreams we had that night. The result? I realized my dreams are a huge bore compared to theirs. I mean, the others dreamed of standing in front of a dragon and being a strong knight or flying over our country, while I dreamed of waking up, having breakfast, going to school and doing my homework. Luckily, even in my dreams I had friends. Oh, and I had a brother there, with red hair too! In a dream, he told me he didn't have many friends. I was really sorry, because I thought he was the best big brother ever. And another special thing was that my dreams were linked to each other. When I told my friends, they were stunned. "Really?" they said to me in chorus. I laughed, enjoying my peculiarities as never before.

With the passage of time, however, these peculiarities became more and more cumbersome.

My parents started taking me to many doctors and specialists to see why my hair was so absurd and had nothing to do with my family and why I had other problems. Like the fact that I couldn't technically wake up until 6:15 in the morning. Even if you shake me or shoot a cannon at my side, I don't react at all. If you do it after 6:15, I'll wake up immediately. The same thing happens in the evening: at 10.30 I collapse into a catatonic sleep. I was at a party of some friends once and we had a movie marathon. I had forgotten to check the time on my watch (which I always had with me because of this problem) and while we were laughing and joking, I collapsed to the ground. My friend's parents took me straight to the hospital, but the strange thing was that I had nothing. No problem. Nothing at all. My parents are worried about that. They're afraid I might get hurt because of this problem or something bad might happen to me. I don't know why either, but I think it's connected to the dreams I have.

Another problem, perhaps even more serious, is that in the dream I have other parents. And I don't feel them as strangers. Every night I live with them and my brother. And that confuses me a lot. Okay, this may be a dream, but why do they have red hair? My parents don't? Why do I share many of my passions and gestures with my "brother"? Who are my real parents? The one of the reality, of course. But what is the reality? I spend the same time in my two worlds. What's the real one? Then they are all too realistic and concatenated dreams. Maybe I have some kind of mental problem? Doctors would have noticed. I'm not stupid. My father fears that my mother betrayed him and gave birth to the incomprehensible ME. In the other family, however, there are other problems. My brother doesn't have a social life. Other people avoid him even after they see his face. He tells me, when I ask him, that the others are weird and stupid and that he is totally normal. But I only need to look into his eyes to see that he thinks the opposite. The mother in the dream is a mother like many others, she loves looking through gardening magazines and socializing with the neighbors, she can't stand when my brother starts running around the house and the same applies to me. His hair is red and shaggy, like me, while my brother has smooth hair like my father, who has brown hair. My second father is a very quiet guy, except when you make him angry, who sometimes seems to have his hair turned red, too. When I was younger, he would take us to the zoo and with him we would imitate animals. My brother's weird, but the weird one's appreciable. He's a special guy like me. My mother doesn't like the fact that he has almost no friends and that he spends his money on manga and not new clothes, while my father lets him do it, saying it's a matter of age. We are one year and two months apart: his birthday is May 20th, and mine is March 20th.

Three years ago my brother enrolled in high school and I followed him the following year. There, he tells me, he found more friends, mainly thanks to the volleyball club he had joined. I also started attending the volleyball club when I arrived and joined the same team. I really like the shirt they gave us, because it reminds me of the color of my hair. Also the gym of this new school is bigger than the previous one and there are more tools and balls. Sometimes I train even after the training sessions set by the team, but even here I have the problem of "sleep". Eventually I realized that when I fall asleep in one reality, I wake up in another, but I have the energy and rest as if I had slept ten hours in a row. This is very convenient when I don't have checks or tests in one while I'm full in the other: unfortunately I can't bring anything with me, but at least I can do exercises on that topic from online sites. So, in a nutshell, I have twice as much time.

The nightmare is when you get confused between the two realities and call your friends by the names of those you have in the other. Luckily it happened to me once and they laughed at it.

Bye!

P.S. Oh, I forgot to say something (what an idiot!). My name is y/n.

While my "brother" Satori.