hatsukoi / 初恋
(n) , a Japanese word meaning first love
in which Ling Cheng was Lurang's first everything ......
Where a certain cute girl falls for the wrong guy who has a stingy and jealous black cat by his side?
a when I fly towards you fanfic
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The morning sun filtered in through the wide classroom windows of Yucai High, casting soft beams across the white tiled floors and rows of uniformed students. Ling Cheng, however, stood out just as he always did.
His school jacket was unbuttoned, the sleeves slightly rolled up to reveal the pale skin of his forearms. A faint breeze tousled his soft, honey-brown hair as he leaned back in his chair, chewing absentmindedly on a milk straw, the remains of his banana milk tucked into the corner of his desk.
It was a sight that had become all too familiar, and yet, somehow, never any less heartwarming. Gu Rang threw him a look and spoke with a deadpanned tone.
"Seriously? Again?"
But the remark was softened by amusement. Guan Feng, sitting near the back, shook his head as he clicked his teeth , knowing Ling Cheng had half the mind to remember it but chose to not remember the dress code just because of how he usually is.
Gu Rang was friends with him and Zhang Lurang, part of the same quiet, steady circle that had known each other since middle school but the latter two being much closer than Gu Rang was with Ling Cheng . Zhang Lurang always had that "cold and icy" demeanor about him that made him slightly scary to approach but with someone as bright and extroverted as Ling Cheng , Gu Rang made friends with him easily . Zhang Lurang on the other hard , it took a few months for the former to get used to the presence of another guy tagging along with them but he could only cave in to Ling Cheng's persuading and puppy eyes . Lord knows he wouldn't lasted long with the doe eyed gaze of the older but taller male.
Zhang Lurang sat in his usual seat one row behind, diagonally across from him, eyes flicking from his textbook to Ling Cheng's exposed collarbones with silent irritation. His own uniform was immaculate, jacket crisp and straight. He was the very definition of discipline.
But he hadn't buttoned the top of his shirt either today.
Ling Cheng had noticed, of course. His eyes twinkled with quiet mischief when their gazes met for a brief moment as he winked cheekily at the other male whose eyebrows twitched in slight irritation or amusement? perhaps.
Then came the footsteps ; rapid, echoing, sharp and thundering . Class 1's homeroom teacher burst through the door.
"Ling Cheng! Again? This is the third time this week you've ignored the dress code. Why is your jacket hanging off like it's summer?"
Ling Cheng blinked, caught in the act of sipping the last of his milk , a milk mustache forming on his pale skin .
"I forgot to button it up properly," he said with a sheepish smile. "And it's hot today."
The teacher was unimpressed however.
"You'll write a reflection letter and go to the office after homeroom. You can't keep breaking the rules just because you smile like that."
