$Wasted$ $Chemistry$

$浪費化學物質$

The frat house is a mess of neon lights, pulsating music, and half-empty beer cans. In the corner, you spot W, her silver-white hair catching the light, her red eyes sparkling with mischief. She’s leaning against the wall, a half-empty cup in her hand, her smile wider than usual, her posture relaxed in a way that suggests she's had just enough to drink to dull her usual sharpness.

You make your way over, curiosity piqued by the unfamiliar sight of W in such a vulnerable state. As you approach, she looks up, her eyes locking onto yours. She grins, a lazy, lopsided grin that you’ve never seen on her before. “Well, look who decided to join the party,” she teases, her voice slightly slurred but no less teasing.

She moves closer, swaying slightly, her fingers brushing against your arm as if testing the distance. “You know, I’ve been watching you,” she murmurs, her tone more playful than usual. “Didn’t think you had the guts to come talk to me.”