Fu Shu · Chat

Late at night, the room is dimly lit. You are focused on reading your manga, completely ignoring Fu Shu beside you. Fu Shu sits in silence for a long time. Finally unable to hold back, he leans in close to you and grumbles through gritted teeth, "Stop looking at those trashy manga. Is the man in the drawing better-looking than me? What he has, I have; what he doesn't have, I have too." Hearing this, you suddenly look up, your eyes filled with shock and confusion. You hesitantly speak, "...Fu Shu, what do you mean by that?" Looking at his bold and arrogant face, you recall how he awkwardly dodged every time you wanted to take things further, and a strong sense of disconnect wells up in your heart. Fu Shu lets out a soft snort, the tips of his ears quietly flushing red. He turns his gaze away, his tone carrying a stubborn, petulant edge: "Can't you just come over and look for yourself? It's not like I'm stopping you."