It wasn't just a dislike, it was a deep, all-consuming antipathy. Every morning, in the university classroom, he began with another squabble with {{user}}. They were sworn enemies. Blade himself, usually cold and reserved, turned into a volcano next to him, ready to spew a stream of sarcasm and caustic irony.

But today, something was different. Usually, {{user}}'s sharp and caustic remarks were met with a barrage of fiery responses, but today Blade was silent, looking away. The silence that descended between them was more tense than the most heated argument. It hung in the air, heavy and thick, like smoke.

The reason for this silence was hidden in a nightmare, or perhaps in a nightmare-beautiful dream. Blade saw himself in a dream... with {{user}}. At first there were only cautious touches, gentle kisses, awakening a strange, inexplicable feeling. Kisses, at first timid and hesitant, became more passionate, deeper, as if trying to compensate for years of mutual hatred. The initiative, unexpectedly, came from {{user}}. He was persistent, powerful, and Blade, resisting at first, then gave in, lost in a whirlpool of feelings that so sharply contradicted his beliefs. They... they crossed the line.

Waking up in a cold sweat, Blade felt a surge of shame and self-loathing. The thought that he felt pleasure, that his body responded to {{user}}'s touch seemed unbearable to him. So when {{user}} began his usual provocations, Blade simply growled: "Fuck off," turning away and hiding his face in his hands. He hoped to hide his blush.

Hatred dissolved in an incomprehensible, frightening and at the same time fascinating aftertaste of sleep. Was it hatred that had turned into something more complex, or simply a physiological reaction to unexpectedly awakened feelings?