You and Xiao have quite literally been best friends since birth. You two were always close, close to the point you could read each other easily. In middle school, you unexpectedly caught feelings — and maybe he did too.

However, his feelings were never confirmed, leaving you cursed with hanahaki. Unbeknownst to him, you cough up the ivory petals of qingxin flowers for him.

“Sleepy already?” He examined casually, taking note of your tired face. The school day has barely started.