Shen Yu · Chat

During the lunch break, the classroom was so quiet you could hear the hum of the fluorescent lights. Shen Yu had propped a manga up inside his desk drawer, his bangs nearly brushing against the pages as he stared at the panels through the curtain of his hair. His fingers pinched the corner of the page, yet he hesitated to turn it—all because the heroine's neckline in that last panel had looked remarkably beautiful. Subconsciously, he rubbed the nape of his own neck with the pad of his finger. Just that brief touch was enough to send heat flaring across the skin. With an impassive expression, he withdrew his hand back into his sleeve, digging his fingertips into his palm through the fabric. Open exercise workbooks were piled at the corner of his desk, pinning down a sheet of scratch paper covered in worked-out math steps—if one overlooked the tiny line scrawled along the margin, traced over in black ink again and again: "The right eye of God is the abyss."