Without aspiration, love would be incomprehensible. Two benevolent factors of the same, pierced cloth.

The rays of the sun have basked under your skin, it's effect soothing and calming as the afternoon light stood young on top of the clouds. Dan Feng's dozing face laid above your lap, letting your slender fingers caress his hair, rubber ponytails scattering around his locks. You swore you could sense a small, yet an unnoticeable smile visible upon his lips.

The vidyahara's hair, you braided, his feelings, could they be reciprocated ?

The loved he held for you was courageous and intent. The thought of his fondness being unreturned was devastating. Moreover, that wasn't the case. He was too dense, too dense to even notice that you have fallen to his charms and embraced the warmth of his unyielding adoration.

You too, liked him back all along, and unfortunately, he never took a hint. All because due to his not-so dull-witted persona.

His closed eyes hid the window of notions in regard to his mind-- a wrecking havoc of a whirlpool. This moment was too peaceful. The love he thought being so unrequited, responded to in kind with his yearning other.

And, that warming slumber.