How it should be

Dreamcatcher

He picked up on the third ring, "H-Hello?" He mumbled, sleep evident in his voice.
"Asahi?" Suga knew that his friend would be tired, he'd been studying hard to make sure he aced Karasuno's entry exam. Asahi was the only person Suga had told about him, well besides his mother now. Suga knew that Asahi was trust worthy as soon as he met him and even through all the times Suga throws to push him away, Asahi knew better than to leave his side.
"Suga? What's going on? Are you okay?" Worry crept into his friends voice and Suga could picture him nervously tugging on his long hair.
"I'm fine Asahi. I just-" he started, becoming increasingly aware of what had just happened with this mother, "Asahi, my mom found out." The last part came out as a sigh mixed with a slight hiccup as warm tears began to well behind his eyes once more, the feeling becoming all too familiar.
"Are you okay? Is she okay? What did she say? How is your dad? Did he hurt you? Do you need a place to stay? Are you okay?" Asahi rambled, slurring his questions together. Koushi couldn't help but smile at this, his friend genuinely cared about his wellbeing, he was thankful for that.
"Asahi, please calm down I'm fine, my dad doesn't know. My mom took it well, she even agreed to all me Koushi. I'm fine I just thought I'd let you know. I'm sorry, please get back to your work. Good night Asahi, sleep well."
"Goodnight Koushi, I'll see you tomorrow" Asahi practically sighed into the phone, growing sleepy again. Suga shut his phone with a click, smile still plastered in his face. For once, he thought, things are coming up Koushi. With that, he too, fell into a drowsy state, falling asleep easily.
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Suga didn't recognize his surroundings. Everything was shades of grey and white. He scanned his surroundings for something familiar but it seemed at though the world in from of him had twisted and warped, people crowding in front of him with blurred faces, pointing their fingers towards him and letting out shrieks and laughter. Koushi looked down at himself noticing he was in a short pink gown and heels. His arm and legs were bound by ropes and tied to hooks on the wall as if he were on display for everyone to look at. A sign on the window in from of him read 'freak tranny; looks like a boy, really a girl'. He felt like a monster, unnatural. He pulled and pulled, struggling to break free of his small prison. He shouted for help until his voice was raw, pounding his hands against the pane of glass that say between him and the people outside. He scanned the outside again, searching for any sort of familiar faces. He noticed one, a tall, lanky, long haired boy. "Asahi!" He tried to call out for him, only no noise came from his mouth. He pounded the glass again, wishing for it to shatter, but with no such luck.
Another familiar face, silvery hair like his own, paired with green eyes and a mole almost identical to his, his sister. He waved and flailed his limbs, desperate for her attention, but when she turned to him, it was not what he has been expecting. Her mouth had been sewn shut, her skin pale except for a blackening bruise around her right eye. There was blood pooling out of her mouth and tears streaming from her face. He called out to her frantically, still no noise had protruded from his lips. He was desperate, tears streaming from his own eyes, his throat raw, muscles sore.
He caught the eye of an unfamiliar stranger, a tall dark hair, dark eyes man who looked to be a dee years older than Koushi. He smiled politely at Suga, who would've thought the man was strikingly gorgeous if not for the circumstances. He reached through the glass as though it wasn't even there. He heard his voice as clear as day screaming his name "SUGA! WAKE uP!"

Koushi woke in a cold sweat, face wet with tears, his throat sore. It'd been evident that he'd been either screaming or crying. Checking the time he realized it was only 3 am.
He tugged on his ashen locks thinking of anything that wasn't the dream, attempting to slow his breathing to a normal pace.
He had a hard time sleeping after that, not wanting a repeat episode of his horrid dream. He occupied himself by staring at a spot on his ceiling, counting his heartbeats. This calmed him and soon his heart rate even returned to normal. At this point, he let himself drift to sleep again.