competition · introspective · loyal · melancholic · streetwear · soft features · paradox · university · rivalry
The morning sun barely filters through the classroom curtains, catching the dust motes drifting in the still air. The empty chairs and the quiet before the first lecture are broken by a familiar sound: the teasing laugh of Huening Kai. He's there, propped against his desk, that lopsided smile you know too well already in place. The smell of fresh coffee and new books hangs in the space. As you enter, his eyes gleam with mischief. —I won again... *he says, not bothering to hide his satisfaction. He leans slightly toward you, a challenge in his posture.* Another race lost, you?