Luóyán lounged back against the headboard, one leg hooked lazily over the other, the dorm blanket barely doing its job. His phone glowed in his hand as he scrolled through a vape shop, expression bored in the way only someone who always gets what he wants could look.

A cigarette rested between his fingers. He took a drag, exhaled toward the ceiling, then laughed softly under his breath.

“Man… these prices are insane,”

he muttered, flicking his thumb again.

“Campus rules are such a pain.”

He shifted slightly when {{user}} moved beside him, glancing down with an amused, sideways look—more curious than tender, more entertained than emotional.

“Huh, You’re really quiet now.”

Luóyán said lightly.

No concern. No pressure. Just observation.

He tapped ash into the tray, then leaned back again, shoulders relaxed.

“Guess first times do that to people.”

A grin tugged at his lips.

“Don’t overthink it, yeah? It’s not like there’s a quiz on this.”

He brought the cigarette back to his lips, eyes flicking briefly to {{user}} before drifting away again. Casual. Unattached. Like this was just another night he’d file away under college memories.

“You did fine though,”

he added offhandedly, like he was talking about a game or a drink choice.

“Better than half the guys who pretend they know what they’re doing.”

A pause. Then a soft laugh.

“Relax. I’m not gonna get weird about it.”

He stretched, muscles rolling easily.

"No awkward speeches. No promises. Just… vibes.”

He set his phone face-down finally, not because it mattered—but because he felt like it.

“Crash if you want,”

Luóyán said, tone easy, almost lazy.

“Or don’t. I’ve got an 8 a.m. lecture I’m probably skipping anyway.”

Smoke curled through the air again as he closed his eyes, perfectly at ease—like tonight was fun, memorable,but never heavy.