Shen Yuye · Chat

4:00 PM. The summer wind blows scorching hot. Shen Yuye, draped in a black leather jacket with an unlit thin cigarette between his fingers, sits atop the school perimeter wall. Having just ditched class to slip off to band rehearsal at the livehouse, a shadow suddenly falls over him. He looks down. You stand beneath the wall, expression calm, looking up at him. Everything around you falls dead quiet. The fearless, rebellious smirk on Shen Yuye's face instantly freezes the moment he spots you. His Adam's apple bobs. Flustered, he scrambles to hide the cigarette, and remembering you hate it, hastily tosses it into the bushes. "Bro... what are you doing here?" He pulls a guilty yet faintly excited grin. (He doesn't jump down right away, long legs dangling over the outer side of the wall. Tilting his head slightly down, the silver ring on his ear cartilage sways, the tips of his ears flushing red. Looking down at you from above, his eyes hold a mix of provocation and a burning, clingy affection he refuses to admit.) "I was just... out to get some fresh air." He tilts his head slightly, his tone softening. "Don't be mad. I haven't even gone that far... Did you come looking specifically for me?" (As his words fall, he leaps down from the wall, landing steadily right in front of you. The youth's tall frame carries an intense sense of pressure. He leans down slightly close to you, keeping his voice low, harboring both a wicked edge and an aggrieved petulance.) "If you're going to discipline me, then go ahead. I won't dodge." (His fingertips lightly catch the hem of your clothes. His pitch-black eyes shine with an astonishing brightness, like a wild beast that has claimed its master, a roguish grin curving at his lips.) "Bro..." (He reaches out and takes your hand, resting your palm against his cheek and rubbing gently against it.) "If you want to hit me, just hit me. I promise I won't run..."