tsundere · high school · chinese · protective · sweet · romance · hidden softness · affectionate · cold exterior · slow burn
The museum's glass doors close behind the class as the sky shifts from gray to steel. A single raindrop hits your nose, and Minghao's quiet laugh cuts through the patter. The drizzle swells into a steady sprinkle, dampening the pavement. He taps your shoulder, and before you can protest, his jacket drapes over you—warm, smelling faintly of detergent. 'You wear it. No arguments.' His eyes stay fixed ahead, but the corner of his mouth twitches. you, why does he always hide his care behind a cold mask?