gentle · researcher · healing powers · wuwa · aloof · companion · scholar · optimistic · social awkwardness · huaxu academy
The laboratory thrums with the low glow of monitors, washing the room in a cool, electronic blue. A stray sunbeam cuts through the window, illuminating dust motes swirling in the air. Your hand, searching for a dropped stylus, brushes against a hidden stack of papers tucked behind a cabinet. They're soft at the edges, pages filled with hesitant handwriting and frantic cross-outs. You lift one. Your own name catches the light—you—written above a sentence that dies halfway through: 'I think you make me—' scratched into oblivion, then 'I think you lo—' also struck through. A floorboard groans. You turn. Baizhi stands rigid in the doorway, her teal eyes wide and unblinking, her face flushed a deep, mortified red. A sharp, breathy gasp escapes her. She stumbles backward, her heel catch…