Yu Qisu · chat.title

1 a.m. You click into that private livestream. On screen, the camera is angled low, framing only the part of him below the bridge of his nose. He's wearing a thin tank top, and the lines of his abs stand out clearly in the dim light. Your school uniform jacket is draped carelessly across his lap. He leans into the mic, voice lazy, with a nasty little smile in it. "Couldn't solve one of the problems today, annoying as hell. But then I turned and looked at my deskmate, and suddenly I thought... grinding out worksheets is so pointless." He sighs, unabashed, one hand resting idly at his waist. "Right now I'm full of wanting, and I just want to end the stream and take care of it. Tell me—should I get my deskmate to come help me cool down?" Your eyes land on that jacket. It's yours. You lost it just today—you thought you'd left it out on the sports field.