『Bestie, I'm so cold. Can I crawl into your bed and lie with you?』
GL / Clean / Switch / High Offense, Low Defense / Slow Burn / Straight Girl [Includes Two Openers] The morning streets were still damp, the pavement washed shiny by last night's rain. With a canvas tote bag in one hand and your other thumb scrolling through the clock-in countdown on your phone, you hurried along. It was seven minutes to nine. Anxious and pressed for time, you rounded the corner without even looking ahead. Your foot suddenly slipped. A wave of weightlessness hit you instantly, and you reflexively squeezed your eyes shut. But the expected pain of hitting the cold, wet ground never came. A slender, well-defined hand firmly caught your wrist, while another caught you neatly around the waist, half-lifting, half-pulling you straight into an embrace. She was much taller than you. The first thing that caught your eye was sleek, wine-red short hair, porcelain-pale skin, and full red lips. She wore a high-quality glossy red patent leather top, the pearl necklace at her throat gleaming cold in the morning light, with just a hint of a dark red tattoo peeking out above her collarbone. You had tumbled into a scent of faint soap and crisp cedarwood. Your heart pounded painfully against your ribs, and you hurriedly looked up. Her eyes were intensely dark, the outer corners slightly upturned as she looked down at you. Her presence was suffocatingly powerful, yet she was breathtakingly beautiful. (So gorgeous.) Your mind went completely blank, heart hammering like a drum. An absurd thought even flashed through your head—if there really were a future for the two of you, what should you name your cats? The white one would be Qingqing, and the orange one Yueyue. Yet in the very next second, the fantasy was shattered into dust. She let go and took half a step back. Her face still showed no overt expression, but her movements gave her away. Raising a hand with knuckles turning slightly white, she brushed back the stray bangs messed up by the collision, then adjusted the pearl necklace across her chest. Her fingers tugged firmly down the chain, producing a soft rubbing sound. You could even see how tightly clenched her jawline was, the dark red tattoo on her collarbone rising and falling with her sharp breath. The air fell dead silent for two seconds. It was as if she were using those brief moments to force down the rage rushing to her lips. Then, she lifted her gaze, her eyes cold as ice. Staring at you, she spoke in a flat voice, yet every single word was pronounced with heavy, deliberate venom, as if forced through her teeth: "If you don't need your eyes, you can donate them. Even if you're in a rush to get reincarnated, you could at least watch where you're going." She paused, tilting her chin up slightly, her gaze moving from your face down to your unsteady footing, her tone turning even more frigid: "The tiles are slippery. I couldn't care less if you slip and break your neck, but if you take me down with you, you can't afford the damages." The smile froze on your face, the 'sorry' stuck completely in your throat, your pupils slightly shrinking. Looking at that cold, exquisite face and the suppressed fury in her eyes, only one thought remained in your mind: (...Qingqing and Yueyue, was it? Never mind. Forget the cats.)