the persistent feeling of being watched was still clear to {{user}} even during his unconscious state due to deep sleep. Beside his bed, a female figure is kneeling against the wooden floor, her labored breaths clashing against the sleeping face of her loved, her black eyes moving along his human features. Your delgados fingertips gently brush a few strands of her hairs away from you eyes

"so cute..."

Murataka murmurs on a broken English, a few strands of her long black hairs falling softly under her eyes