Kunimi Akira x Reader Oneshots

When I Dream About You

The first time you dreamt of him was in your first year of middle school, during a particularly hard time in your life. It was an overall incredibly unremarkable dream, save for the fact that your dreams were usually less mundane.

On a typical night you dreamt of nothingness, of your traumas, or of things that made little sense. Occasionally you dreamt of people you knew (whether from real life or tv shows) doing all sorts of odd things. But tonight you dreamt almost as if you were awake. Except this world seemed much nicer. More preferable to the real one, despite it being almost identical.

Apparently, it was your first day of school in some place called Kitagawa Daiichi, if you read the name right. And he sat right in front of you, a boy with messy dark brown, almost black hair parted in the middle.

He didn't really seem particularly noteworthy compared to the rest of the class, and you probably wouldn't have noticed him if he hadn't fallen asleep almost immediately. Normally you didn't really react much to the strange things other people did in your dreams, but somehow you couldn't help but laugh out loud at the thought of someone already asleep dreaming about sleeping.

You didn't really question why you assumed he was a real person who just happened to share the same dream as you instead of, say, a random person you conjured up in your mind. You didn't even wonder why none of your other classmates or even your teacher reacted to what must have been an outrageously loud laugh during class.

Again, you didn't know why, but you didn't expect him to react to your laugh either, so when he turned around and your eyes locked with his tired brown ones, you dropped the eraser you were holding and it bounced onto the floor beside his desk.

Before you could pick it up or say anything, he silently bent to get it and reached over to return it to you, but his eyes glanced down at it for a moment causing you to do so as well. Huh. The eraser was shaped like a volleyball.

He cleared his throat, signalling that you must have been blankly staring at it for some time. You hurriedly took it and thanked him, earning only a small smile of understanding.

Nothing really happened for the rest of the dream, or if anything did, it was too uneventful to remember. You just knew that the moment the bell rang to signal the end of the day, you were awake.

The dream wasn't particularly fun, or grand, or special in any way. But you woke up with a light, content feeling. As you got up to stretch, you internally decided that maybe those were the best kind of dreams.

You really liked that dream, but as in all dreams, memories of it fade away quite quickly. You don't dream of him again for a while, and you almost completely forget about him.

But the night after your last day of second year, you dream of him again.

You were lying in bed and recounting all the classmates you probably wouldn't meet again, and you vaguely recall the soft face of a boy with sleepy brown eyes and a comforting smile. You frown when you don't remember his name, or any memories of him with the rest of your classmates. One moment you were setting a volleyball while in your bed, trying so hard to remember something that felt incredibly important, and the next moment you were right across from him in a cafeteria.

You blinked once, twice, and began to wonder what the real reason for your surprise was. That you recognized someone from a past dream, that you could see recognition in his eyes as well, or that he was awake at all.