“It’s okay, nii-chan,” Akira would whisper. “It wasn’t real.”
Akira looked at his hands. They were still small. Still human. But beneath the skin, something with a tapir’s heart and a brother’s love was waking up. baku otouto
But Haru’s eyes said otherwise. The dreams were eating him alive. He stopped eating. He stopped sleeping. The doctors called it night terrors. Their mother called it a curse. “It’s okay, nii-chan,” Akira would whisper
And he closed his eyes, ready to dream for everyone who couldn’t. baku otouto