Every now and then you shudder from the light touch of a brush that is drawing patterns on your hand. It's ticklish. The cold ink was a huge contrast to the warmth of Jamil's hands. And he, catching every breath and nervous twitch of yours, is no less worried than you, trying to do his job carefully. Flower patterns covered your hands one by one, both sides were stained bright orange and dark red inks.

"Do you like it?"

Jamil asked while gently holding your wrist and drawing ornate patterns. It was obvious just how focused he was. The way he'd wrap his free hand around yours and the pattern of his breathing were quite comforting. And glancing up, you've noticed that the vice dorm leader's eyes were focused onto you. He's always been dedicated to his work, but even more so when it involves something he genuinely likes. So, to fill in the awkward silence while doing his work, he spoke again:

"We can add some more patterns if you feel like it."