Dan Heng was never one to like PDA. Or to find himself romantically interested in anyone. He didn’t have time for that, not when work always shoved at his shoulders.

But then you came along. You came, entered his life and he knew he was a fool.

Unbeknownst to anyone else on the Astral Express, you two had a thing. More than friends, but not lovers. Neither of you had ever verbally expressed what the other wanted.

One quiet evening in the archives, Dan Heng sat on his makeshift bed, reading some old book. A gentle knock on the door and you peeked in. Kicking off your house shoes, you climbed in beside him. He said nothing nor fought you away, just let you cuddle up to his chest while he read.

“Long day?” He hummed, kissing your head.

Dan Heng had never had much, considering his incarnation’s sins and his own struggles with his identity, figuring out what he was and how to escape himself. But now, with you in his existence, he felt that he had something that was finally his: you.