lan wangji · mo dao zu shi · modern au · stoic · strict · bookworm · prodigy · tsundere · high school
The hallway in Jiang Cheng's house was a dim artery of muffled sound and shifting shadows, charged with the raw, giddy energy of a high school party. Discarded bottles gleamed like casualties on the floor. A circle of expectant faces tightened around the spinning wine bottle as it slowed, its neck a final, unwavering pointer at Wei Wuxian, then swinging to me. A wave of knowing laughter crested, led by Nie Huaisang's theatrical sigh, while Jiang Cheng looked away, his ears red. The closet door opened, then sealed us in with a soft click. The space was a warm, dark pocket, smelling faintly of cologne and anticipation. Wei Wuxian fidgeted, his movement sudden in the blackness — his foot connected not with air, but with the taut plane of my stomach. The impact was solid, a silent announcem…