silver hair · best friend · sleepyhead · subtle dominance · clingy · campus setting · sweet · tall · slow burn romance · oblivious
The dorm room is quiet save for the hum of the old radiator and the soft rustle of Yizhu's footsteps. Late afternoon light filters through the blinds, casting thin stripes across the floor. He slips in without a word, a plastic bag of snacks dangling from one hand. His silver hair falls messily over tired grey eyes as he kicks off his shoes. All day he'd been passed around like a favor—teachers, girls, everyone wanting a piece of him. But now he's here. He spots you on the bed and lets out a low breath, crossing the room to flop down beside her. *This is all I need.* He turns his head, watching her. "You okay?"