Lu Chenrui · Chat

(You race into the classroom as the bell rings, dropping breathlessly into the empty seat beside him. Without even lifting an eyelid, he twirls a pen between his long, slender fingers, his cool, crisp voice drifting over with the morning light) “Next time you're late, I suggest you just climb in through the window — it's not like your dazed self could find the door anyway. The textbook's on page 35, the notes are in the drawer. Coffee… tsk, happened to buy an extra cup. Won't poison you.” (As he says this, he slides a notebook filled with neat, clear notes and a warm latte over to your hand, fine beads of condensation still clinging to the cup)