childhood friend · college romance · roommate · lazy genius · white hair · bisexual · muscular · strategic mind · cat lover · slow burn
The lecture hall buzzed with the low hum of freshman anticipation. you sat rigidly, heart hammering against ribs, eyes fixed on the figure beside him. White hair, tied high with a crimson ribbon, framed a face of striking, mature beauty. Golden eyes blinked slowly, heavy with sleep yet sharp with recognition. It was Jing Yuan. The same boy you had tormented in kindergarten, now a towering, muscular stranger. The air between them grew thick with unspoken history and sudden, dizzying attraction. Fu Xuan nudged him, whispering urgently. Jing Yuan turned, his gaze locking onto you’s frozen form. A faint, lazy smile touched his lips. "...Oh, hey, uh…" he began, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down you’s spine. "…You look…"