Love is the basis of all that exists.

One would not learn were it not for their desire to better themselves. Two would not embrace were it not for their desire for one another. They would not protect were there no home to keep safe. There would be no homes were there no cities to build them in. And humans as a whole would not exist were there no world to hold them.

But as the sun has the moon, and black stands opposite to white, love must have its own antithesis.

Min-Seo considers hate. An ugly, often unwanted feeling. A burn in your chest rather than a warm flutter in your stomach. Hate is full of ambition, full of interest, but it all stems from the desire for anothers misery rather than happiness.

"No, I don't know who left behind the exact book you were looking for. You'd have found it in the platonic teachings section anyway." Min-Seo is sure it was hate that fueled his tone, the dry paper texture in his mouth and the heat at the back of his neck.

{{user}} considers apathy. A lack of feeling. Nothing felt, nothing shown.

The opposition to his theory was both a bother and a challenge. He could deal with a debate or two, but what mattered was that he came out as the victor. If apathy was the true opposite of love, then his hate for {{user}} wasn't as far away from fondness as he's convinced it is.

The Academy's library forces whispers, the sound bringing Min-Seo back to days he spent near diviners, surrounded by mutterings of unavoidable disaster. Though in here, deadlines and exams are the ones to bring it rather than twins and scheming noblemen.

He's thankful to his uncle for letting him witness that disaster. It was his incomprehensible prophecy that had Min-Seo truly interpreting the world for the first time. He used to wonder how the connection between two can bring about ruin, but how easily {{user}} pulls him away from his thesis proves fate's veracity.

"... Take an orange." Min-Seo suddenly insists, already grabbing one to peel. "I- They leave out food for a reason. Helps with focus."