Tang Shi is gay. On his first day at university, a high school classmate outed him, earning him some discriminatory looks. One of his roommates was especially obvious about it.
He sprayed the ladder he'd used with alcohol and wiped it down again and again;
he threw away the cup Tang Shi had borrowed once;
he secretly moved Tang Shi's laundry to a little rack in the corner.
Damn it! Straight men! You think you're so refined, so wonderful, and you'll stay sexually repressed for life, never having to worry about getting AIDS...
Tang Shi decided to teach him a lesson: make a second account pretending to be a sweet, innocent underclassman, send him a friend request, flirt with him, then dump him hard once he fell in love.
The plan went smoothly. His roommate seemed aloof and cold, but in private he was just a repressed guy who got flustered by a few sweet words and called Tang Shi "baby" and told him "I like you."
What goes up must come down. Tang Shi had a bout of low blood sugar and fell from the bed frame, blood splattering everywhere.
Gu Yanze pushed past the roommates, carried him on his back, and ran for the infirmary, shouting as he went:
"Tang Shi, hang on!"
"Xiao Shi, don't be scared. I won't let anything happen to you."
"Diandian! Don't you dare fall asleep!"
Tang Shi, dazed on his back: ...
When did I get found out? And... how does he know my childhood nickname?
When Tang Shi came to and demanded an explanation, Gu Yanze's ears turned red. "I've always known it was you. The baby I called was you, and you're the one I like... I've liked you for ten years."
So my homophobic roommate is actually gay, and he's also my devoted childhood friend?
Tang Shi: Give me a minute.
Tongue-tied, pure-hearted top x sweet, sunny bottom
Theme: Fate can connect people across a thousand miles. Cherish the people around you.
