“It’s almost time.”

“Where are you headed?”

“Where Laurel wants to go”

The dim lighting suddenly brightens. As I pass through the tunnel, I find myself surrounded by pink clouds. The car glides smoothly through the gaps in the clouds. In the far distance, I can see the building I’m looking for on the land formed by the clouds.

On top of the pink clouds, there was a white chapel standing, ringing its bells beautifully with a clanging sound. Without thinking, I placed my hand over the trainer’s hand that was gripping the shift lever.

I had a dream that… When I woke up, my body was heavy with sweat, but it wasn’t unpleasant at all; it was a pleasant dream.

If you die in your dreams, you die in reality. That’s something that often happens in fiction, but what I’m curious about is whether falling in love in a dream would make you fall in love in reality as well.

It’s more emotionally plausible to think of love than to believe that dying in a dream would cause my heart to stop in reality. The reason I thought that is because the trainer is unfair.

It’s unfair. You always show up in my dreams. Even though you control both my reality and my dreams, I just know that you probably don’t even dream about me, which makes it unfair, doesn’t it?

Without ever uttering such a thing, I ended up just staring at the trainer, who was sleepily blinking in the trainer’s room.

As I continued to watch, they began to row the boat gently, and the trainer completely fell asleep, leaning deeply against the leather chair.

She stands up, approaches him, and whispers in his ear, “Trainer, Trainer, it’s me, Sakuralaurel.”

The trainer lets out a small groan, tightly closes their eyes, and turns over. I wish I could appear in their dreams; I hope they fall in love.

One day, the trainer was taking a nap in the rest room next to the trainer’s room. So, I quietly slipped a few photos of myself that I had taken in my room yesterday under the trainer’s pillow.

Whether it’s because the effects showed up quickly or because I touched the pillow, the trainer is groaning and turning over in their sleep.

I crouch down beside the bed and check the trainer’s face up close; I can’t help but smile at their adorable sleeping face.

“Trainer, please fall in love.”

When I poked his cheek, the trainer softly called my name in his sleep. Just that made me want to hug myself as if I were writhing in pleasure.

Of course, after that, when the trainer wakes up, they will say that coffee is ready and immediately have them exit the nap room, not forgetting to retrieve the photo from under the pillow.

After a while, the trainer was resting in the nap room again. Since then, I have tried to get the trainer’s attention several times while they were sleeping, but the trainer’s demeanor remained the same as usual.

No, rather it may have become a bit distant. There’s only one way to confirm, and that is for me to also invade the trainer’s dream and see the same dream.

So, I’m going to snuggle up next to the sleeping trainer and share a pillow. I’ve heard a rumor that those who sleep on the same pillow can see the same dream.

That being said, the pillow in the nap room isn’t that big, so I borrowed the trainer’s arm as a pillow.

“Warm. Trainer, have a good dream.”

I rest my head on the trainer who is covered with a blanket and softly breathing, falling asleep while hoping to share the same dream.

Breaking news! A trainer has been arrested! The large, bold headline flashes across the TV screen, and I accidentally spit out the coffee I was drinking. Then, about ten officers in women’s police uniforms appear, and Laurel places a pile of handcuffs on me.

The place I was taken to was the courthouse. Wait, is it suddenly a trial! Please explain what my crime is! Do I not have a lawyer! It’s useless to shout. Laurel, dressed in a business suit and wearing glasses, wanders around me with a piece of paper in hand.

“You liked me, yet you tried to hide it. Moreover, you pretended not to have any feelings and acted as if you weren’t aware of me, didn’t you?”

That’s certainly true, but there’s nothing we can do about it…

“Judge, the defendant has confessed to the crime.”

Laurel, holding a wooden mallet, nods her head. “Trainer, Guilty,” she declares, and then is taken away again by about ten Laurals and locked inside a cage.

Wait! What crime did I commit!! It was useless to scream.

As I gripped the bars and shook them vigorously, I felt the presence of someone behind me. Laurel, dressed in casual clothes, was standing in the shadows of the corner of the room.

“Trainer, you like me, don’t you?”

I won’t deny it. I like you, but I’ve decided not to say it out loud.

“Were you pretending not to understand even though you liked me, when I told you that I liked you?”

I really feel bad about that. However, I was still afraid to express my feelings for you. I didn’t want to feel like I was taking advantage of your young feelings of love, and above all, I didn’t want to ruin the good relationship we had.

“Have you been toying with a maiden’s heart? You’re such a bad person, aren’t you, Trainer?”

Laurel gently placed her index finger on her lips and laughed softly. As she smoothly approached, she wrapped her arms around my body and began to nuzzle against my cheek. In a panic, I raised both hands to avoid touching her, ending up in a position that looked like I was surrendering.

“Are you not going to hug me? Even though you like me.”

This must be what it means to fall into hell. I am hugged by Laurel, whom I love dearly, but I cannot hug her back. I must not let her know how I feel. Until she surely leaves me.

“Hehe, I won’t forgive you. I’ll appear in your dreams every night until you become honest.”

>>5

Sakura lady! I will never forgive you, Sakura lady!

When I opened my eyes wide, I saw the ceiling of the nap room. Was it a dream? It was an amazing dream. I wonder if I’m having such a dream because I think about Laurel all the time.

Still, I wonder if I’m really at my limit, dreaming of a connection with Laurel, something that I should absolutely never do in reality. As I wipe the sweat from my neck with my clothes, I suddenly feel a discomfort in my left arm.

If I look to the left, Laurel is peacefully sleeping on my arm. Ah, is this still a dream? Is it the common type where you wake up only to find it’s a dream? If it weren’t a dream, this situation would be quite bad, wouldn’t it?

“I will appear in your dreams every night until you become honest.”

When I remembered those words, I naturally found myself holding Laurel, who was sleeping beside me. At least in my dreams, I want to embrace her. I feel like it would be problematic to continue seeing her in my dreams for many more days.

At that moment, I heard a small voice in my arms saying, “I’m happy.”

>>6

I missed it while I was awake… I’m glad it was just a dream.

A succubus, huh…!

Trainer falls into hell.

Laurel’s roommate is a pro at being a body pillow…

>>10

Sei-chan doesn’t know anything, does she…?

Were you awake? Or were you talking in your sleep because you were having the same dream?

It’s a good perspective, but if you fall in love in a dream, I think you would fall in love in reality without needing to confirm it.

What I thought was a sweet story turned out to be something like The Matrix.

The trainer’s dream was totally unrealistic and didn’t work out.

Indeed, the two from the Sakura tribe seem like they would never allow any secrets to be kept…

It is well-known that Sakura Laurel and the trainer can get married, as stated in the school rules of the Trecen Academy.

>>17

(This is a dream.)

>>18

Despite being aware of each other’s feelings, trainers who do not take action will be required to undergo training based on ISO396396, which our academy has obtained.

The policewoman Laurel and the suited Laurel are definitely your type, right?

>>19

So you don’t want to see Laurel in a suit and as a female police officer?

>>37

That’s certainly true, but it can’t be helped…

The trainer is probably jumping up with a scream.

You know that Uma Musume can invade the dreams of their assigned trainers, right?

Ah.

The way to appear in a dream is a bit lacking in cuteness!

I was groaning because I was falling into hell in my dream…

I want to see an illustration of the courtroom scene after the arrest…

I feel like I’m still dreaming during this dream.

>>32

If Laurel finds out, my life is over.

The trainer has finally been found guilty!

>>35

On the other hand, Dr. Lights completes the Uma Musume robot that activates with the energy of Uma Puyoi!

It’s not just the female police officer Laurel, Trainer.

If you really want to, you could probably see the nurse and the priestess Laurel too…

>>36

(A Laurel in Sel cosplay appears in my dreams)

Isn’t this a trial every night?

“You let me cosplay however I want, huh…”

This hell is warm, and I don’t want to escape from it.

Well, I really like stories like this.

Laurel is shy and cute.

Maybe there was a sense of guilt, don’t you think?

To have such a dream

I fell in love with my younger sister, and when I turned back the sleeves of my white hakama, was it simply a dream?

What happened to Demon Laurel, Trainer?

>>49

Go to hell, trainer!

>>49

I didn’t watch it because I enjoyed it in reality…

I wanted to see it, but since I couldn’t see it in reality, it came out in my dreams…

It’s really dreamlike how, despite having been on the side of watching it on TV, I somehow found myself getting arrested.

>>50

I am sleeping, but…

Yes, let’s dream of me when you sleep.

Laurel is always like that, isn’t it!

What do you think a trainer is?

It’s nice that it’s not clear whether it’s due to Laurel’s mechanisms or if it was like this from the beginning.

Is this a thread exclusively for Giorno?

Whether Laurel is awake or not.

I’m the type who wakes up being hugged.

If you’ve been dreaming about it for a while, it almost sounds like I really love Laurel, doesn’t it?

Until I become honest, I will appear in your dreams every night… but I never said I wouldn’t appear once you are honest…!

Laurel is always like that, isn’t she!

What do you think a trainer is?!

Maybe there was a sense of guilt.

To have such a dream.

Trainer, fall into hell.

Is Laurel awake or not?

I’m the type that wakes up being hugged.

What I thought was a sweet story suddenly turned into something like The Matrix.