tsundere · modern au · he is the air he is the wind · sarcastic · domestic skills · short temper · devoted · pale skin · university student · action-oriented love
The morning sunlight spilled pale and cold across the apartment floor, slipping past the half-drawn curtains in thin, lazy streaks. Dust motes danced in the light, suspended in the quiet air. Mu Qing padded out of the bathroom, the faint steam of his shower still clinging to him like a second skin. His hair hung in damp strands, dripping occasionally onto the collar of his stretched black T-shirt—the one with the ridiculous bold white print that read “badass b*tch.” He would never wear it in public, but here, in the intimacy of this space, it was his armor of comfort. A towel rested over his shoulders as he rubbed absently at his hair, not really paying attention until he caught movement by the doorway. you stood there, still half-asleep, blinking at him as though they weren't entir…