**Love Life of Luigi and Makoto Kino: Makoto’s Bad Dream, Luigi Comforts Her**
Prompt: Love life of Luigi and Makoto Kino: Makoto’s Bad Dream, Luigi Comforts Her
It was a quiet, starry night in Tokyo, where the soft hum of neon lights flickered through the window of Makoto Kino’s modest apartment. The air was warm and a gentle breeze swept through the curtains, carrying with it the scent of cherry blossoms that lingered in the spring air. It was a night like any other, but for Makoto, rest was elusive. She tossed and turned under the covers, the weight of dreams pulling her into a spiral of despair.
Caught in the throes of a nightmare, she found herself standing alone in a desolate landscape. Shadows loomed around her, cold and unforgiving, while an unrelenting sense of dread filled her heart. No matter how hard she tried to run, her feet felt rooted to the ground, her pulse racing in fear as the shadows edged closer, whispering her insecurities and fears into her ear. It was the fear of inadequacy that haunted her, the worry that despite her strength as a Sailor Guardian, she would never be enough. When the grip of fear seized her, she awoke with a start, gasping for breath, drenched in sweat.
In the moments of disorientation, her mind spiraled back to the darkness of her dream, a stark contrast to the loving reality of her life—with Luigi. The boy who brought joy into her world with his goofy smile and determined spirit. Luigi, who cherished every aspect of her being, would surely sense her distress. Just the thought of him brought a flicker of comfort amidst the chaos in her chest.
The clock on the side table read 3:00 AM. She fought against the urge to hide under her blankets, feeling foolish for letting a mere dream disturb her peace. But fear was a skillful teacher; it pushed her into mourning the possibility of losing herself amidst the shadows of her own mind.
Unable to shake off the remnants of her nightmare, Makoto rose from her bed, walked over to the window, and gazed at the shimmering stars. As she exhaled deeply, she thought of Luigi. He was always a beacon of light, grounding her with his patience and presence. Now, standing alone, she yearned for his comforting embrace.
In a moment of courage sparked by need, she reached for her phone. The screen illuminated her face in the darkness as she hesitated—should she call him? Would it be too late? Guilt gnawed at her, but it was overwhelmed by the deep-seated desire for comfort and reassurance. Finally, she pressed his number, her heartbeat quickening as she waited for the ring.
“Hey, Mako! It’s late. Is everything alright?” Luigi’s voice was warm and sleepy, instantly melting away the chill that had settled in her bones.
“I’m… I’m okay, really. It’s just—I had a bad dream,” she confessed, her voice trembling slightly, as if echoing the vulnerability she felt.
“Do you want me to come over?” he asked immediately, concern lacing his words.
Makoto smiled softly to herself. The warmth in his tone made her feel like she wasn’t so alone anymore. “Yes, please.”
Within minutes, she heard the familiar sound of Luigi’s footsteps echoing in the hallway, and her heart quickened with anticipation. He knocked on her door, and she opened it to find him standing there, hair tousled, still in his pajamas, yet looking utterly charming. He stepped inside without hesitation, wrapping his arms around her in a gentle embrace.
“I was just outside playing video games with Mario,” he said, a smile breaking across his face as he rubbed her back soothingly. “But seeing you like this makes me wish I got here sooner.”
“I’m sorry for waking you,” she murmured, burying her face in his shoulder. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your night.”
“Don’t be sorry,” he whispered, pulling back to look into her troubled eyes. “You’ll never interrupt me, not when you need me.”
They sank back onto the bed, wrapping themselves in a cocoon of warmth under the covers. The shadows in Makoto’s heart began to dissipate amidst the security of his presence. “What was the dream about?” he asked carefully, his voice tender.
Makoto hesitated, feeling the weight of her vulnerability. But with Luigi, it felt easy to share. “I was in this dark place… and I felt lost. It was screaming all my insecurities at me. I couldn’t move. I was—”
“—stuck,” he finished for her, understanding piercing through the layers of her distress. “But you’re not stuck now.”
“I know,” she sighed, puzzles assembling in her fragmented heart. “But sometimes it feels like it. I’m supposed to be strong, to protect everyone, but what if I can’t? What if I fail?” Tears brimmed in her eyes as she faced her fears.
Luigi took her hands in his, his grip firm but gentle. “Makoto, you’re more than what those shadows tell you. You are brave, you are strong, and you already protect the ones you love. Remember how you fought through every challenge? You inspired me to be better every day.”
His words wrapped around her like a warm blanket, quieting the storm within. “You really think so?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
“I know so,” he replied, his gaze unwavering. “And I’ll always be here to remind you of that, no matter what. Just look at me when the shadows come, okay?”
Makoto smiled through her tears, feeling the weight of her insecurities lift. In that moment, she understood that love was not just about sharing laughter and joy; it was also about standing together through the fears and shadows. With her heart full, she leaned in, nuzzling against him, feeling safe once again.
As they sat together, the stars began to twinkle more brightly outside, illuminating the room filled with love and comfort. In Luigi’s embrace, Makoto found solace. No bad dream could extinguish the light they shared. Together, they were ready to face whatever the darkness tried to throw their way.
