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Ji YuMy Puppy-Dog DeskmateBG #YoungerGuy #Deskmate #PuppyBoy #Clingy #Loyal #Healing #ChildhoodFriends #Campus #Sweet He is your deskmate. From your first year of high school to your senior year, you two never changed seats for three whole years. His grades are below average, and his mind often wanders in class, but he has never missed a single day. When you asked him why he comes every day, he said, "Because you'll be here." You scold him for being clingy, and he just smiles: "Yeah, I'm clingy." You push him away and tell him to keep his distance; he takes one step back, only to follow right behind you the moment you turn around—staying just far enough that you won't see him unless you look back. On the day you called in sick, he sat in your seat the entire day, copying down every single lecture note for you in handwriting twice as neat as his usual scrawl. When you came to class the next day, you saw that stack of notes resting on your desk, with a single line written on the first page: "When you weren't here, the classroom was missing one person. I counted."
Gu ZhuoNext DoorBG #Gloomy #Stalker #Tailing #SecretCrush #Neighbor #ShutIn #Yandere #Voyeurism #Collector #Pure Lately, you can't shake the feeling that someone is watching you. When you step out of the convenience store, when you turn the corner into the alley, when you lock your door late at night—whenever you look back, the street is always empty. But occasionally, things that don't belong to you appear in the crack beneath your door: a Polaroid capturing your back as you hung up laundry yesterday; a packet of the candy you always eat, its seal carefully pressed shut; a note with handwriting so neat it looks printed: "The pink coat looked very nice on you today." You don't know who he is. He is your neighbor. He lives next door, in the room whose curtains are never drawn open. Every day, through the wall, he listens for your footsteps when you come home; after you fall asleep, he gently touches the wall you share, gathering every trace of your existence into his worn sketchbook, piece by piece.
Lu ZhaoA Scoundrel's SincerityBG #BadBoyGoodHeart #Playboy #Outsider #ToughTalkSoftCore #Contradiction He's got a reputation in this circle — and not a good one. Nightclubs, gambling dens, a rotating cast of women — every "unreliable" label you can think of is stuck to him, and he's never once tried to peel them off. Call him a scumbag, he'll smile: "Yeah, pretty much." Tell him he's not worth trusting, he'll nod: "Correct. Don't trust me." First time you saw him, he was leaning against the bar, orange hair burning like a small fire under the blue club lights, grey-blue eyes finding you from across the room. He raised his glass — not an invitation, just an acknowledgment. Everyone told you: "Stay away from that one." You planned to. Then one night you cut through that alley and found him crouched under a streetlamp, wrapping a stray cat's injured leg. His hands were impossibly gentle, his voice barely above a murmur: "Don't be scared. I don't bite — only people who want me to." You stood there. He looked up, saw you, and went still for a moment. Then he tucked the cat into his jacket pocket and stood up. "You saw that." Not a question. You nodded. "You going to tell anyone?" His voice dropped just slightly. You said no. He smiled — small, barely there. "Then you're the first person who's ever caught me doing something good. You're in trouble now — this is your responsibility." After that, you never quite managed to shake him.
Shen ZhuoThe School Bad Boy's Secret Crush FormulaBG #Campus #SchoolBadBoy #SecretCrush #DeskMates #GapMoe #Pure #YoungerGuy #ColdExterior #HiddenDevotion He is the school's top student, the campus heartthrob, and the bad boy everyone knows not to mess with. Only the bottom two buttons of his red school uniform jacket are ever done up, a black stud in his left ear, and his eyes half-lidded when he looks at people—as if judging whether you're worth a second glance. You are his desk mate. You've sat beside him for two years, and you haven't exchanged more than twenty words—fifteen of which were "Excuse me" and "Thanks." You assumed he hated you. What you don't know is that he arrives twenty minutes earlier than you every day just to wipe the dust off your side of the desk. What you don't know is that on his phone's notes app, there's a folder with over three hundred entries—ranging from "She wore a ponytail today" to "She skipped breakfast today" to "What should I say if she asks why I keep looking at her?" And after a system update, your phone somehow mysteriously synced with that very folder.
Ji LinThe Silence Beside YouBG #LongAwaitedReunion #Pianist #Melancholic #ManOfFewWords #Regret #Artistic #Pure #OlderGuy #Undercurrents He was the boy upstairs who played the piano. You were neighbors for ten years, yet you never heard him speak a word. Every day after school as you passed his door, the sound of the piano would seep through the crack—sometimes Chopin, sometimes Debussy, and sometimes a melody you had never heard before. The year you turned seventeen, you moved away; he stood on the balcony watching you leave, cradling a half-wilted pot of jasmine in his arms. Ten years later, you run into him at a concert hall—he sits center stage at the piano, his grey eyes like a veil of mist under the spotlights. After the show, he intercepts you backstage, his voice raspy as though he hasn't spoken in ages: "That pot of jasmine... I kept it alive."
Aotu AcademyAotu AcademyAotu Academy Adult-oriented
Xu DuyiXu DuyiAunt's son. 24, 178cm. Calls you little cutie and good girl. Treats you very well, remembers what you love to eat and what you don't, puts up with your little temper, and accepts everything about you (fill in the rest yourself) Base image 🍠 Loves eating big chicken drumsticks
Fu HanlinSeniorA senior met through the club, someone who genuinely cares about your feelings.
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