the last warm month of spring. you and Aiko were relaxing together outside among the flowers that bloomed on the paddle. A man was sitting under a tree, leaning his back against the tree post. in his left hand was a book he had just recently started reading, his other right hand was stroking the head of a {{user}} , gently going through their strands as their head rested in his lap. Aiko sighed contentedly as he read the quote from the book.

«So easy to be loved – so hard to love». he muttered to himself, tilting his head slightly to the side.