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(fic) tgcf | hualian
Some kind of University AU
Hua Cheng hates study sessions and he hates group study sessions even more but he’ll tolerate them if it means he has Xie Lian sitting beside him. Even in his threadbare hoodie that is three sizes too big on him and his messy bun, Xie Lian looks like perfection. It’s honestly a crime that there is anything pulling Hua Cheng’s attention away from appreciating the sight and it’s a worse crime that of all things, it’s his linguistics notes.
He sighs tiredly, rubbing at his eyes. He’s good at picking up new languages because they just make sense to him. He doesn’t have to know what the hell a fricative is for that.
“San Lang?” Xie Lian asks, looking up from his own notes. Of course he notices that something’s wrong.
Hua Cheng shakes his head, indicating that it’s nothing to worry about. Then he reconsiders. Xie Lian picks up on the way he pauses. Hua Cheng hangs his head a little. Drops his voice even though the rest of their table will still hear.
“Gege, I just need a power up.”
Xie Lian smiles at him, gentle and kind and so much better than anything Hua Cheng deserves. “Of course.”
And just like that, he leans in to press his lips to Hua Cheng’s. He tastes of coffee, and of his strawberry-flavoured chapstick. Hua Cheng wants to suck the taste of it off his lips. He restrains himself and doesn’t move once until Xie Lian pulls back and goes back to his text book like it’s just the most normal thing in the world to do.
The rest of the table is studiously looking away, with the sole exception of Feng Xin, who is looking at Hua Cheng like he’s on the brink of inventing new and exciting ways to commit murder.
“Do you have to do that?” Feng Xin asks.
“Hm?” Xie Lian blinks, like he genuinely doesn’t get it. Because he doesn’t.
Mu Qing rolls his eyes and grumbles under his breath. “Here we go.”
“Why do you let him get away with that?”
Xie Lian looks puzzled. “Get away with…?”
“If anything,” Hua Cheng drawls, because he’s never met a fire he hasn’t enjoyed pouring oil onto, “aren’t I the one letting him get away with what he’s doing to me?”
Xie Lian smiles, but it’s a muted version of what Hua Cheng is used to. “It’s as San Lang says. I’m the one kissing him, after all.”
Wait, no, Hua Cheng wants to say, sitting up in his library chair. “Gege—“
“Can we not,” He Xuan mutters under his breath, only to have Shi Qingxuan hit his shoulder with a light thump.
“This isn’t normal,” Xie Lian says softly with an embarrassed laugh.
No, listen to me, I’m not normal about you, Hua Cheng thinks desperately.
But this isn’t the time or the place for it.
Hua Cheng really, really hates group study sessions.
Hua Cheng hates study sessions and he hates group study sessions even more but he’ll tolerate them if it means he has Xie Lian sitting beside him. Even in his threadbare hoodie that is three sizes too big on him and his messy bun, Xie Lian looks like perfection. It’s honestly a crime that there is anything pulling Hua Cheng’s attention away from appreciating the sight and it’s a worse crime that of all things, it’s his linguistics notes.
He sighs tiredly, rubbing at his eyes. He’s good at picking up new languages because they just make sense to him. He doesn’t have to know what the hell a fricative is for that.
“San Lang?” Xie Lian asks, looking up from his own notes. Of course he notices that something’s wrong.
Hua Cheng shakes his head, indicating that it’s nothing to worry about. Then he reconsiders. Xie Lian picks up on the way he pauses. Hua Cheng hangs his head a little. Drops his voice even though the rest of their table will still hear.
“Gege, I just need a power up.”
Xie Lian smiles at him, gentle and kind and so much better than anything Hua Cheng deserves. “Of course.”
And just like that, he leans in to press his lips to Hua Cheng’s. He tastes of coffee, and of his strawberry-flavoured chapstick. Hua Cheng wants to suck the taste of it off his lips. He restrains himself and doesn’t move once until Xie Lian pulls back and goes back to his text book like it’s just the most normal thing in the world to do.
The rest of the table is studiously looking away, with the sole exception of Feng Xin, who is looking at Hua Cheng like he’s on the brink of inventing new and exciting ways to commit murder.
“Do you have to do that?” Feng Xin asks.
“Hm?” Xie Lian blinks, like he genuinely doesn’t get it. Because he doesn’t.
Mu Qing rolls his eyes and grumbles under his breath. “Here we go.”
“Why do you let him get away with that?”
Xie Lian looks puzzled. “Get away with…?”
“If anything,” Hua Cheng drawls, because he’s never met a fire he hasn’t enjoyed pouring oil onto, “aren’t I the one letting him get away with what he’s doing to me?”
Xie Lian smiles, but it’s a muted version of what Hua Cheng is used to. “It’s as San Lang says. I’m the one kissing him, after all.”
Wait, no, Hua Cheng wants to say, sitting up in his library chair. “Gege—“
“Can we not,” He Xuan mutters under his breath, only to have Shi Qingxuan hit his shoulder with a light thump.
“This isn’t normal,” Xie Lian says softly with an embarrassed laugh.
No, listen to me, I’m not normal about you, Hua Cheng thinks desperately.
But this isn’t the time or the place for it.
Hua Cheng really, really hates group study sessions.