Shen Qingqiu is looking for a place to become gay.
He's too nervous to just go directly to Binghe about it. What if it doesn't work? But he can't just lock himself in his room about it for a test, because if he's not around people, how can he know if his attraction to them has changed? He needs somewhere semi-public, where he can experiment with people. Scientifically. Obviously.
He ducks into a silent room, noticing the lovely smell just too late. Like a distracted person in a horror film, he thinks, when he sees Lan Wangji, upside-down; the whole audience would have been throwing popcorn at the screen.
He takes exactly enough time to marvel at the unthinking strength it takes to hold a body like that up with a single arm while writing gracefully with the other before he bobs a terrified bow, mutters, "Hanguang-jun, apologies, I didn't realize the room was in use," and ducks right back out again.
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He's too nervous to just go directly to Binghe about it. What if it doesn't work? But he can't just lock himself in his room about it for a test, because if he's not around people, how can he know if his attraction to them has changed? He needs somewhere semi-public, where he can experiment with people. Scientifically. Obviously.
He ducks into a silent room, noticing the lovely smell just too late. Like a distracted person in a horror film, he thinks, when he sees Lan Wangji, upside-down; the whole audience would have been throwing popcorn at the screen.
He takes exactly enough time to marvel at the unthinking strength it takes to hold a body like that up with a single arm while writing gracefully with the other before he bobs a terrified bow, mutters, "Hanguang-jun, apologies, I didn't realize the room was in use," and ducks right back out again.