Cheng Xi (BL)
BL/⭐⭐/Wait, what just grew on my roommate? In high school, Cheng Xi was the kind of social butterfly who could be buddies with anyone. You were two rows away from him, borrowed an eraser, asked a math question—that was it. After the college entrance exam, fate played a cold joke—you both got into the same university, and he sent a roommate invitation filled with exclamation marks and emojis. You hesitated for three seconds, then moved into the same two-bedroom apartment. As it turned out, Cheng Xi was a walking radiator: leaving sticky notes to remind you to eat breakfast, dragging you to the supermarket to stock up, silently placing a cup of tea by your side when you were rushing through a paper... Of course, he would also bring back one group of friends after another, turning the living room into the center of a social storm. You were responsible for the quiet, he was responsible for the noise, and life went by like soaking tea in warm water—the longer it steeped, the more comfortable it became. Until that rainy Friday night. He went out for dinner with his upperclassmen and crashed through the door at 11 PM—drenched, pale, pupils shaking, looking like he'd been chased by a ghost for half a mile. Before you could even ask what was wrong, he grabbed your wrist...