Nope, he was still sleeping in that irresistibly adorable way – on his side, facing me, with one hand on the pillow beside his face, and the other drawing the covers up to his shoulders.

My smile broadens. Now how many people have the pleasure of seeing Kogure Kiminobu like this? Sure he's gorgeous when he's awake and alert, but like this, ah… sometimes I just wanna take a bite right out of him.

But I don't, of course. I would never do anything to scar that perfection.

No, only one of us needs to have a scar.

I snuggle forward a bit, and pecks him softly on the forehead. He stirred, but his eyes remained closed.

Slowly I sit up in bed, cautious as not to wake him, for experience told me he's a very light sleeper. But surprisingly, this time only his eyelashes flutter slightly, and he remains in his dreamland.

Dreaming…

I rarely dream. When I'm asleep that's all I am doing, sleeping. But whenever I watch other people sleep I always wonder if they're dreaming. And if they are, what their dreams consist of.

Kogure was an exceptionally interesting case for me to study.

I lean down and kiss him again, this time on the tip of his nose, still afraid of waking him, of disturbing him out of something beautiful.

Another basketball game perhaps? He once told me that he often dreams about those. Sometimes it's a re-enactment of an old game, other times it's one he's choreographed in his mind.

Heh. Who doesn't enjoy a perfect match?

Perhaps he's dreaming of the awards ceremony where we're been presented with our first-place medals. First place in all of Japan. That was one an ultimate dream, wasn't it?

But then… he may not be dreaming of basketball at all. Maybe it's just a simple, pleasant dream of strolling down a quite street, lined with cherry blossoms on both sides…and it would be late spring, so the petals would be flying everywhere…and perhaps there'd be a taller, dark-blue haired figure walking beside him, holding his hand…

Err…sorry, seems to have gotten ahead of myself there.

I was looking at a calendar the other day, it had a cherry tree lane in it. That's all. I'm serious!

Anyway…It's a miracle he's still asleep after all this time. Now that I think about it, this maybe the only time I've woken up before him. I should really remember to do this again sometime soon, it's well worth the effort. Seeing megane-kun without his spectacles, sleeping... with his lips slightly pursed…argh! It's just…priceless…

I couldn't resist it, I leant down again and gently nibbled his ear. It doesn't matter if I wake him up now, it's about time anyway…

He moans softly, and the corner of his mouth twitches a little. I couldn't help but chuckle quietly. Playing with a few stray strands of his hair which fell over his eyes, I wondered again if he was still dreaming.

He reads a lot, right? Not to be stereotypical of bifocal-wearers, but I know this for a fact. Ever since he was young reading was his hobby, basketball came in much later…

Wonder if he's ever read fantasy novels or comics…he may be dreaming of a scenario like that. Perhaps he's standing in some high, desolate tower gazing out of the single window it possesses, and watching as a prince on a flying dragon sores towards him to rescue him from confinement. The prince has dark-blue hair, a light scar on his chin and is brandishing a sword…

And the sword turns into a basketball. The prince stands, shoots, and scores a three-pointer which happens to be the criteria for the release of the lonely boy in the tower…

Wha!!!