Trying to calm his rapidly beating heart, he quickly looks to each side of him. All five of his brothers are fast asleep on their shared futon; Choromatsu and Jyuushimatsu to his left, and Todomatsu, Karamatsu, and Ichimatsu to his right.
They’re not dead. They’re alive. They’re ok. It was just a nightmare. They’re safely in their house, tucked under the blankets on their futon. They haven’t been in some horrific accident, his brothers a bloody mess, Osomatsu the only one still breathing-
“Osomatsu-niisan, what’s going on?”
Osomatsu blinks. Without realizing it, he’d grabbed hold of Choromatsu and started shaking him, subconsciously needing to confirm that, yes, his brother really was simply asleep and not dead. He’s awake now, staring at him with a look that’s a mix of confusion and there-had-better-be-a-good-reason-for-this.
Osomatsu gives a nervous lau