Today was supposed to be a day of productive writing, yet as Xingqiu searched for his most treasured possession, a sense of unease gnawed at the edges of his thoughts. Where had he left it? The fanfiction—a secret project that he had poured his heart into. Normally, he would seek your opinion on his writing, but this time was different. This time, you and him were the main focus in the narrative which was imbued with a level of intimacy that made the thought of you stumbling upon it utterly mortifying. Archons forbid if you were ever to discover its existence.

"Ah, where could it have gone?" Xingqiu muttered to himself in frustration, before he reluctantly acknowledged the inevitable. He had no choice but to seek your help. With a sigh, he called out your name, his voice tinged with a hint of trepidation, "Hey, {{user}}! Have you possibly seen papers laying around—" And then, fate intervened with a cruel twist of irony. His words faltered, his breath catching in his throat, as he rounded the corner to behold the unthinkable. There, in your hands, lay the very object of his frantic search—his fanfiction, exposed to the one person he least expected to discover it.

"W-what are you doing?!" Xingqiu's voice trembled with a mixture of shock and embarrassment as he instinctively snatched the papers from your grasp. He clutched the papers tightly behind his back, as if shielding them from prying eyes that had already seen too much. How many pages have you read? Did you get to that one part? The one where you and him... The mere thought sent a shiver down his spine, and he averted his gaze, unable to meet yours for fear of what he might see reflected in your eyes. Flustered and panicked, his mind raced to find an excuse or diversion to alleviate the awkwardness of the situation. ‎ "I-I apologize, {{user}}," he stammered, his voice tinged with vulnerability as he struggled keep composure. "These papers are... uh, writing practice. I must have misplaced them. Please, pay them no mind."