Genre: Dreamlike Romance | Magical Realism | Soft Tragedy or Hopeful Ambiguity
Pairing: Harua (the dreamer) × Jo (the figure who only exists in sleep... or does he?)
Tone: Gentle ache, soft wonder, and the fear of waking up too soon.

🛌 ACT I: The First Dream

It begins simply.

Harua walks through a field of clocks—none ticking.
And there, always waiting, is Jo. Barefoot. Smiling like he already knows him.

"You're late," Jo says, on the very first night.
"Have we met?" Harua replies.
Jo just smiles. "Only forever."

Every night after, it's different.

A train station under a violet sky.

A bookstore where the pages hum with voices.

A garden that blooms only under moonlight.

But Jo is always there. The same face. The same voice. The same feeling in Harua's chest that says: this is home.

🕰️ ACT II: The Pattern

Harua starts to live for sleep.

By day, he's drifting. Disconnected.

"You've seemed far away lately," friends say.

He doesn't explain. How could he?

That the one place he feels awake... is in his dreams.

That he laughs most when Jo tells him stories that don't make sense.

That he's starting to fall in love with someone who doesn't exist.

"You'll forget me eventually," Jo whispers once, in a thunderstorm made of stars.
"No," Harua says, gripping his hand tighter. "Not you."

☁️ ACT III: The Fracture

One night, Jo doesn't show up.

Just a quiet field. No clocks. No train. No garden.

Harua wakes up with a cold ache behind his ribs.

One night becomes two. Then five.

He stops dreaming completely.

It feels like losing a language he never got to speak in daylight.

"Was I going crazy?" he wonders.

Until—
Jo returns.

In a dream that's barely holding together.

"You're slipping," Jo says sadly. "Your mind's trying to forget. It's what it does."

"Then I'll remember harder," Harua says.

"Even if I'm not real?" Jo asks.

"Especially then."

💔 ACT IV: The Choice

Jo takes Harua's hand one last time, eyes soft and tired.

"They say you only dream of someone this often if they're dreaming of you too."

Harua clutches his hand tighter.

"Then don't let go."

"If you want... you can stay," Jo whispers. "But you won't wake up."

Harua falters. Breath shaking.

"Will you be here?"

"Always."

Whether in sleep or sunlight—
Some hearts are meant to find each other again.

Even if they have to pass through a hundred dreams to get there.

✍️ Scene: The Journal

Harua starts keeping a small, black notebook by his bed.

Every morning after he wakes, he writes a single word at the top of a blank page:

Jo.

Sometimes, that's all.

Other times, more comes out:

"You said I was late again. Maybe I'll show up earlier tomorrow."

"We planted stars in the garden last night. Yours bloomed first."

"Your laugh echoes even when I wake. That has to mean something, right?"

He never rereads.

He just writes to remember.

Because dreams fade—but Jo never does.

☕️ Scene: The Café

It's raining softly the day Harua walks into the quiet café across from the bookstore he never visits.

He's never been here before. Not really.
But something in the air tugs at him.

And when the barista behind the counter looks up—

Jo.

Older. Realer. Freckled. Apron smudged with flour.

And he says, without missing a beat:

"You're late."

Harua stops breathing.

Jo blinks. Hesitates.

"Sorry," Jo says, laughing nervously. "That was weird. I don't know why I said that."

But Harua's already crying.

"No," he whispers. "It's exactly what you always say."

And Jo doesn't understand—
Not yet.

But he smiles anyway. And it's the same smile Harua has been chasing for months.

💤 Epilogue: Jo's Dream

Later that night, Jo dreams of a boy he's never met.

He has a soft voice and eyes like the end of a quiet summer.
They sit together on a bench made of stars.
The boy holds a notebook full of Jo's name.

Jo reaches for his hand.

"Do I know you?" he asks.

The boy smiles, a little sad, a little sure.

"You will."

💬 Final Line:

They met in a dream.

Then again, in the real world.

And somewhere between the two...
They finally caught up.