Xiaoshi slammed the dorm door shut with a huff, his sneakers squeaking against the tiled floor. “Don’t wait up,” he tossed over his shoulder, the words sharp even though he didn’t really mean them. Lu Guang stood by the desk, arms crossed, staring at him with that cool, unshaken gaze he always had.

“You’re mad at me because I told you not to leave your laundry in the machine for three days?” Lu Guang asked, voice calm, almost annoyingly calm.

“It wasn’t three days,” Xiaoshi snapped, shoving his phone into his pocket. “It was two. And it’s not like anyone else used it.”

Lu Guang raised an eyebrow, stubborn as ever. “That’s not the point.”

Xiaoshi rolled his eyes, tugging on his jacket. “Whatever. I don’t have time for this. I’m meeting the guys.”