High school #wangxian thoughts, where LWJ is constantly annoyed that WWX keeps asking for his number b/c he thinks it's a joke. He keeps refusing, WWX keeps trying.

And then, they're put in the same group project, and they end up working on the same gdoc. WWX keeps making little comments on LWJ's work, not by using the comment function, but on the document itself. LWJ keeps deleting them, WWX keeps it up, even after LWJ asks him to use the comment function.

I completely forgot it's Valentine's day, but when I did, ofc my brain pivoted to #wangxian and some fun vinegarji/drunkji thoughts

WWX who brandishes a box of chocolates he'd received from a co-worker to his best friend, LWJ.

WWX: Mianmian gave them to me! Aren't they cute?? LWJ, chugging vinegar: Mn.

LWJ has his own hoard of admirers who've given him chocolate and flowers, but he really only wants them from one person: WWX

WWX continues, oblivious: She's so great, she said these were for me specifically. Maybe they're spicy 👀

Gonna wing this unconventional #kacchako threadfic, so bear w/ me. It's gonna be a long ride lol

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"Go out with me."

Ochako blinks, unsure what to make of the statement. Cognitively, she's able to process it clearly; she knows what she's being asked. What doesn't make sense is the person who's asking her.

Katsuki stands before her, both hands shoved deep into his pockets. Strangely, he's not wearing his bravado like a shield, confidence like steel armor. Words usually barbed, these hold no traces of rose thorns.