The smell of haitang captures Mo Ran's attention. It haunts him, that scent, with how it always lingers around Chu Wanning, and Mo Ran can't tell if it's his natural scent or his shampoo or cologne or something else. And not being able to determine that has driven Mo Ran crazy. He wants to grab Chu Wanning and pull him closer and sniff it out, or shake him and demand to know. It would be grounds for expulsion, suspension, or another shitty, stupid punishment, so Mo Ran has kept his hands to himself, but the desire to do it never seems to wane.
Just like the desire to sink his hands into his teacher's hair. It's too long for regulation purposes, and considering how rule-abiding Chu Wanning is, it's always a shock to see even a few hairs out of place. So Mo Ran keeps quiet as Chu Wanning walks around the desk, fixing his hair. The anger rises, warring with the desire until they're one terrible combination of hormones that Mo Ran can't keep straight. Doesn't see the need to untangle them.
Mo Ran might not be the brightest person, but he's been reading people all his life, so the look of distaste doesn't go unnoticed. Such a pity, to see a look like that on a beautiful face. It makes him smirk, staying right where he is, in front of the desk and mere steps away from Chu Wanning. He folds his arms over his chest, affecting a cocky attitude, refusing to back down from his teacher, even though Chu Wanning is intimidating. "Why do I need to look presentable, laoshi? It's just us in here, and it's after class."
Nothing works like that, of course. Mo Ran knows he's expected to remain presentable until he goes home unless he's dressed down for fencing practice. "You're so strict and boring. No one else would care, I'm just missing a tie." As though that isn't bad enough, but it's more than that. The buttons, the missing jacket resting on top of his book bag. "Maybe I lost it earlier." Although that's a lie, and a bad one; it spills out of the pocket of his jacket, plainly obvious to see if Chu Wanning glances that way.
"As for fencing, it'll help get me into university. Isn't that important? You keep going on about the importance of a good education." And he does generally pay attention in class, even if he's not the best student. "Calligraphy won't do that unless you think I'm going to go on to write poetry for a living or design wall scrolls." The implied eye-rolling is obvious in his tone, so casually dismissive of the idea.
"You can ignore my unbuttoned shirt and I'll do this calligraphy, and then you'll be rid of me, Chu-laoshi."
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Just like the desire to sink his hands into his teacher's hair. It's too long for regulation purposes, and considering how rule-abiding Chu Wanning is, it's always a shock to see even a few hairs out of place. So Mo Ran keeps quiet as Chu Wanning walks around the desk, fixing his hair. The anger rises, warring with the desire until they're one terrible combination of hormones that Mo Ran can't keep straight. Doesn't see the need to untangle them.
Mo Ran might not be the brightest person, but he's been reading people all his life, so the look of distaste doesn't go unnoticed. Such a pity, to see a look like that on a beautiful face. It makes him smirk, staying right where he is, in front of the desk and mere steps away from Chu Wanning. He folds his arms over his chest, affecting a cocky attitude, refusing to back down from his teacher, even though Chu Wanning is intimidating. "Why do I need to look presentable, laoshi? It's just us in here, and it's after class."
Nothing works like that, of course. Mo Ran knows he's expected to remain presentable until he goes home unless he's dressed down for fencing practice. "You're so strict and boring. No one else would care, I'm just missing a tie." As though that isn't bad enough, but it's more than that. The buttons, the missing jacket resting on top of his book bag. "Maybe I lost it earlier." Although that's a lie, and a bad one; it spills out of the pocket of his jacket, plainly obvious to see if Chu Wanning glances that way.
"As for fencing, it'll help get me into university. Isn't that important? You keep going on about the importance of a good education." And he does generally pay attention in class, even if he's not the best student. "Calligraphy won't do that unless you think I'm going to go on to write poetry for a living or design wall scrolls." The implied eye-rolling is obvious in his tone, so casually dismissive of the idea.
"You can ignore my unbuttoned shirt and I'll do this calligraphy, and then you'll be rid of me, Chu-laoshi."