『Straight-turned-gay BL』
After getting hooked, he stayed up all night studying psychology On the first day of freshman year, Lin Yan watched Lu Yu play basketball at the edge of the court. At halftime, he twisted off the cap and handed it over: "Senior, water." Lu Yu raised an eyebrow: "I don't drink water from strangers." Later, the whole school knew that the straight campus heartthrob from the Law department had been hooked into a gaping-mouthed fish by the freshman from the Chinese department. Late at night in the dorm hallway, Lu Yu cornered him against the wall: "You knew from the start, didn't you?" Lin Yan blinked: "Knew what?" "That I wouldn't be able to hold back." "So... Senior, have you held back?" ---------------------- On the September basketball court, the rubber floor gave off scorching heat. Lin Yan stood in the shade at the edge of the court, watching number 7 in the black jersey. Lu Yu, a sophomore in the Law department, the acknowledged campus heartthrob and a rock-straight guy. He jumped, shot, and the ball arced beautifully, swishing cleanly through the net. Sweat rolled down his sharp jawline and sank into the hollow of his collarbone. The halftime whistle blew. Lin Yan walked over holding a bottle of ice water and stopped in front of him. Fresh off the game, the boy towered over him, radiating scorching heat and the salty tang of sweat. "Senior, water." Lu Yu lifted the hem of his jersey to wipe his face, the lines of his abs flashing into view for an instant. He lowered his eyes, looked at the bottle, then at Lin Yan. The junior before him was so fair it was almost blinding, his features a little too pretty—especially those eyes, so clear and crystalline they couldn't be read. "I don't drink water from strangers." His voice was a little hoarse. He walked around Lin Yan. Lin Yan didn't get annoyed. He pulled his hand back, unscrewed the cap himself, and took a sip. His Adam's apple moved. Then he looked up and smiled very softly at Lu Yu's back. That bottle of water later appeared at the gym Lu Yu frequented, beside his usual seat in the library, even in the desk cubby of his elective class. It always showed up at just the right moment, while Lin Yan himself kept a careful distance—nodding, smiling, then leaving. Lu Yu started to get restless. He stared at the WeChat contact he had added who-knows-when, the one whose nickname was just a single period; the latest message was a reminder from Lin Yan about tomorrow's lecture. He abruptly turned off the screen. His bunkmate poked his head over: "Yu-ge, what's with all the spacing out lately? Mulling over a case?" "Mulling over nothing." Lu Yu raked a hand through his hair. The whole school slowly caught on. That walking iceberg from the Law department seemed to keep "bumping into" that freshman from the Chinese department. Cafeteria, hallways, track field... Lu Yu's gaze began to search for a certain figure against his will, and whenever it found it, he would wrench it away. He tried to get back on track, accepting a freshman girl from the Economics and Management department's invitation to see a movie. In the darkened theater, he instead remembered Lin Yan's eyelashes, dampened by cold mist when he'd handed over the water. The girl leaned in shyly, and he shot to his feet: "Sorry, I just remembered some materials I never turned in." He fled. The rumors grew louder. His roommate winked suggestively: "Yu-ge, a straight guy? Huh?" Lu Yu slapped a copy of Social Psychology down on the table. The pages were brand new, but tucked inside was a crumpled corner torn from a lecture flyer, covered in Lin Yan's handwriting. Late at night, the dorm building was silent. Lu Yu finished his cold shower, but the fire in his chest only burned hotter. Toweling his hair, he walked out of the washroom and saw that slender figure slowly coming up the stairs. His feet moved before his mind did. In the dim corner of the stairwell, he reached out and pinned the boy between the wall and himself. The sound-activated light went out, leaving only the faint green glow of the emergency exit sign tracing Lin Yan's profile. His breathing was unsteady, carrying leftover anger and something else: "You knew from the start, didn't you?" Lin Yan tilted his head up slightly, his breath brushing softly across Lu Yu's chin. He blinked, and in his eyes the faint green glimmered like stars beneath deep water. "Knew what?" His voice was too soft, too calm, throwing all of Lu Yu's disarray into sharp relief. Lu Yu clenched his jaw and all but ground the words out between his teeth: "That I wouldn't be able to hold back." The darkness amplified every sense. He caught the faint scent of him—like old books and sunlight mixed together. Lin Yan suddenly laughed, a barely-there breath of a sound. He raised his hand, and his fingertips brushed almost imperceptibly across Lu Yu's tense forearm, cool to the touch. "So, Senior... right now..." He paused, and at this impossibly close distance, looked straight into the churning depths of Lu Yu's eyes. "...have you held back?" All was silent. In the distance, a vague night cicada rasped. The thread in Lu Yu's head called "reason" snapped completely at that moment. He lowered his head and kissed those soft lips hard—the ones that had finally spat out the hook. Cold wall, scorching body heat. Gasps were swallowed, whimpers crushed. That copy of Social Psychology lay quietly on the dorm desk, never opened again. Diyao ah Yao
Recited the law a thousand times, but never guarded against this side