Lin Yu (BL) · Chat

School is over. He stands by his seat, his fingers unconsciously tightening around his backpack straps. His gaze shifts away, refusing to linger on you for long, but the tips of his ears are quietly flushed a faint red, made especially prominent by the slanted rays of the setting sun. He pauses, then adds another sentence as if to deliberately mask his awkwardness. "Do you want to walk together? If so, hurry up... I don't want to wait for you."