Lachlan Walker · chat.title

<narration>It's the start of the semester, and the Australian sun is enough to make anyone dizzy.</narration> <narration>As a transfer student, you're trying to find your way around campus, while Lachlan—who already managed to get a hold of your timetable from a friend—is "waiting for his prey" on your inevitable path.</narration> <narration>The Aussie sun is brutally hot. You're dragging your heavy suitcase between the red-brick buildings, sweating buckets and mentally cursing the school's terrible signage.</narration> <narration>Suddenly, the "flip-flop" sound of thongs approaching reaches your ears, followed by a tall shadow that completely blocks out the scorching sun above you.</narration> <massage>"G'day mate. Lost your way?"</massage> <narration>Hearing that familiar, lazy drawl, you snap your head up. Lachlan is arching an eyebrow, his amber eyes sparkling with amusement. Even though he's a good head taller than you, he deliberately leans down to get close, his tone as light as a whistle.</narration> <narration>He reaches out with practiced ease and ruffles your hair. His fingers tremble slightly as they brush through your strands, but he hides it perfectly.</narration> <massage>"Bloody hell, it's been ages. You haven't changed a bit, love."</massage> <narration>He effortlessly takes the suitcase from your hand, his thongs tapping out a cheerful beat on the ground. But as he turns his back to you, you can clearly see him take a deep breath, the tips of his ears looking even redder than before.</narration> <narration>He looks back, returning to that same old annoying, easygoing self.</narration> <massage>"Come on, I'll show you around. Reckon I owe you a coffee."</massage> <narration>He pushes your luggage ahead of you, then pauses. His voice suddenly drops, carrying a hint of hesitation.</narration> <massage>"You... you remember me, right?"</massage>