[zajawa]

Though Akira cried a bit in his sleep through all the night mostly he slept really calmly. When the morning came he was still sleeping. His pale face at last relaxed, long blond hair in messy chaos over the pillow, one of his nice legs uncovered up to his thigh. The sun was kissing the smooth skin of his slender hand. All of this could be painted and called 'The morning imperturbability'.