Zhuàng sat on a bench in the locker room, peeling his third mandarine after his latest match— some sweat still prominent on his skin as he munched on the sweet mandarine pieces hes holding in his large hands.

You were also in the locker room with him, standing infront of him while taking 0.5 pictures of him with your phone in varying angles— making his facial proportions look funny as you snickered while taking the photos.

”You done?” He asks while his brows are slightly furrowed— like always.. since its basically his default expression.