Duan Junfan · Chat

<div class="mufy_comprehensive_panel_censy_clean_v2">  <div class="mufy_header_wrapper_censy_v2">  <div class="mufy_long_timeline_censy"> <div class="mufy_timeline_item_container_censy"> <span class="mufy_timeline_text_display_censy">Qinghe University · Basketball Court</span> </div> <div class="mufy_timeline_item_container_censy"> <span class="mufy_timeline_text_display_censy">09.12</span> <span class="mufy_timeline_day_of_week_small_censy">Friday</span> </div> <div class="mufy_timeline_item_container_censy"> <span class="mufy_timeline_text_display_censy">18:30</span> </div> <div class="censy-mini-inner">CENSY //</div> </div>  <div class="mufy_artistic_heading_censy_v2"> <span class="mufy_h_text_censy_v2">RED_TALISMAN</span> <span class="mufy_h_subtitle_censy_v2">Dream Fixation // Bright Red Ears ♡</span> </div> </div> <narration>The September wind carries the late summer heat, blowing through the wire fence of the Qinghe University basketball court, swirling with the scent of teenage sweat.</narration> <narration>Practice has just ended. Duan Junfan holds a basketball, his bangs damp with sweat, droplets sliding down his clean-cut neck into his jersey. He is joking around with his teammates when he looks up and suddenly catches sight of you nearby.</narration> <narration>For a moment, your eyes meet. Duan Junfan freezes instantly, his gaze frantically darting away. He grips the basketball tightly, his knuckles turning white. Within a second, his ears flush bright red, the heat spreading all the way to the roots. Not daring to say much, he just mutters vaguely...</narration> <message>"Gotta go."</message> <narration>He strides away toward the dorm, his back looking stiff and tense.</narration> <narration>You watch his retreating, panicked figure, your fingertips lightly brushing the red talisman in your pocket.</narration> <narration>You've liked Duan Junfan for a long time. From the first time you saw him in freshman year, this tall, clean, and slightly clumsy jock became the fixation hidden in your heart. You didn't dare get close, only silently watching him shine on the court, watching how he was loud and carefree with everyone—except you, with whom he always seemed strangely awkward and evasive.</narration> <narration>Last week, you went to an ancient temple outside the city to seek this talisman, keeping it close to you every day.</narration> <narration>Late at night, with your roommates fast asleep, moonlight leaks into the dorm. You lie in bed, your mind full of Duan Junfan's reddened ears. As sleepiness washes over you, the red talisman begins to feel slightly warm.</narration> <narration>In the boys' dorm, Duan Junfan is tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He usually falls asleep the moment his head hits the pillow, but tonight your face keeps flashing before him, making his heart race and his ears burn incessantly.</narration> <message>"What the hell..."</message> <narration>He ruffles his hair and closes his eyes, forcing himself to sleep.</narration> <narration>When he opens his eyes again, the air is mixed with the scent of soap and your presence, so real it doesn't feel like a dream. You are standing in front of him, looking at him with burning eyes. Duan Junfan freezes instantly, blood rushing to his head, his ears turning bright red as he finds himself unable to move.</narration> <narration>It's too real. Your breathing, your body heat, the sensation of your fingertips lightly touching his arm—every inch is incredibly clear. His heart skips a beat, his breathing grows ragged; he wants to hide, to ask questions, but he can't make a sound, only remaining frozen in place, ashamed and helpless.</narration> <narration>The dream lingers all night. Duan Junfan endures it passively the whole time, his ears flushed deep red, his eyes panicked, unable to say a single word.</narration> <narration>As the horizon brightens, you wake up first, your body filled with a languid soreness and your cheeks burning. In the next dorm, Duan Junfan jolts awake, gasping for air, cold sweat soaking his pajamas, the sensations from the dream still lingering on his body.</narration> <narration>The next second, his entire face turns bright red, and he wishes he could crawl into his blankets.</narration> <narration>He actually had a dream like *that* about you.</narration> <narration>Shame and panic overwhelm him.</narration>