FANDOM: Mo Dao Zu Shi
PAIRING: Lan WangJi / Wei WuXian
NOTE: Modern AU; High school students Lan WangJi x Wei WuXian; both 15; light-hearted slice-of-life.
A/N: Daily update until the end of the story.
PREVIOUS CHAPTER: 
A story of two high school boys learning how to take care of an injured kitten.
Lan WangJi turned around, giving Wei WuXian a look that spelt intensely of disarray. Wei WuXian felt chills running down his spine. Hurriedly pushing Lan WangJi away, he hid the box with his body again, refusing to let Lan WangJi come close.
“As you can see, it’s nothing dangerous!” Wei WuXian said, voice trembling a tad, yet as high-spirited as ever.
Lan WangJi was stunned for a few seconds, still trying to digest what he’d just witnessed under the table as he stared intently at Wei WuXian before he gritted,
“Yes, I’m here!” Wei WuXian responded out of reflex.
Lan WangJi pointed at the small box under the table then.
It’s extremely rare to see Lan WangJi, the ever so composed, ever so elegant Prefect stutter like this, let alone how he was staring at Wei WuXian with a gaze so sharp, coupled with mild shivers that Wei WuXian would definitely not notice if Lan WangJi wasn’t standing so close to him like that. It amused Wei WuXian to no end. But at the same time, he knew that if he wasn’t able to defend himself well, he might as well land himself in trouble that’s more than just detention and double the amount of homework than he was used to getting.
So he cleared his throat, yet when he spoke again, the tone he used was one of soft, even borderline pleadings,
“L-Lan Zhan, it’s just a caー”
Lan WangJi scowled deeply all of a sudden, as if Wei WuXian had just let loose a taboo word. Gulping down his throat, Wei WuXian zipped his mouth, recognizing the truth that he’d rather shut up than making things worse.
Lan WangJi pointed a finger at the box. “Take it out,” he said.
Wei WuXian’s jaw dropped. “What are you talking about? I can’t!”
“Give me a good reason why you can’t,” Lan WangJi persisted.
For some time, both of them merely stared at each other without saying anything. And then, Lan WangJi muttered,
Wei WuXian nodded enthusiastically, suddenly realizing that there’s a chance for survival. He leaned closer towards Lan WangJi, whispering as if he was telling him a secret.
“That’s why I was early too. I found it by the roadside. By the time I found it, I was already too far away from home and I’m worried about leaving it alone anyway so there’s no way I can turn back. I have no choice. It’s between skipping school to take care of it or bring it along so that I can keep it by my side and make sure it’s safe while I stay in class. I’m sure you wouldn’t want me skipping school for a reason like this, right? And I’m also sure you’ll do the same thing as me too if it’s you.”
Wei WuXian was always great with words and Lan WangJi knew that it’s a dead-end if he was to debate with him any further. Glaring at him, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
“You can hand it over to the school’s clinic first. After school, take it back.”
Wei WuXian shook his head. “No way, it’s not like you don’t know who’s the nurse in the clinic! Leaving it there will only kill it!”
Before Lan WangJi could finish his words, the school bell rang, signalling the start of classes. Sensing his chance, Wei WuXian stood and yanked Lan WangJi over, forcing him to sit on his seat.
“Okay, class time! Let’s be good students for now and talk about this later, alright?”
Lan WangJi glared at him from the corner of his eye, catching sight of his frisky grin before he returned his attention right ahead, where their subject teacher had just walked into the classroom.
For as long as Lan WangJi knew Wei WuXian, he was never one to be obedient in class too. As if he was sitting on a chair with needles, he’d change his posture at least five times throughout the two hours of class, and being a person who sat just right in front of him, it’s not at all tough for Lan WangJi to notice those movements either. Especially after he’d become Prefect, Lan WangJi’s attention on Wei WuXian was even more strikingly so. Just a meek movement was enough to tell Lan WangJi what Wei WuXian was doing, and just a meek glance from the corner of his eye was enough for Lan WangJi to tell if he was bored or interested with the lesson.
This time, though, the movements he heard from behind him wasn’t one that he recognized to be normal. It’s a bit more fidgety than usual, and he could even hear light scrapings on the cardboard material of the box every so often. He wanted to turn around, to warn Wei WuXian to keep his noises down, but before he could exactly that, Wei WuXian’s low whisper “later, kay?” had attracted the attention of their current subject teacher for the morningー
ー who was none other but Lan QiRen, the discipline teacher of the school, also Lan WangJi’s uncle.
“Wei Ying, what are you doing? Are you sleeping in class again?!”
The strident voice had Wei WuXian jolting up in a start. A petrified expression shaded through his face before it was readily shifted into one of a bright smile as he answered,
“Sorry, teacher. Stayed up late for homework yesterday.”
As if Lan QiRen will believe him. With a huff, he strode towards Wei WuXian, coming right towards him. And for the entire time when he was taking his steps towards him, Wei WuXian’s heart felt like it’d roll out of his throat at any moment now. If Lan QiRen demanded to spot-check him now, he’d definitely find the cat. But there’s just no way Wei WuXian would surrender the kitten. But, if he didn’t think of a way now, then the kitten will be discovered, and thenー
At that precise moment before Lan QiRen came to stand right in front of him ー when everyone else in the class was holding their breath, about to watch this very exciting showdown between their teacher and one of their best students in the class ー a loud sound broke the stiff air, urging everyone else to stare at the source of the noise, just to find Lan WangJi bending down, looking like he’s picking up a pen and a white napkin he’d dropped.
“My apologies,” he said after he’d straightened his back, his expression ever so deadpan, his eyes unemotional, as if nothing had just happened.
Lan QiRen wasn’t very much perturbed by the disturbance either. He strode towards Wei WuXian and stood right by his table, glaring at him from above. Wei WuXian swallowed down his throat. In the next moment, he’d stood up all by himself, smiling awkwardly at the teacher.
“T-Teacher, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to doze off. I was really staying up late last night to finish the homework you gave. If you don’t trust me, look,” he said as he picked the book up from his table to show Lan QiRen the pages inside. “I finished everything.”
Lan QiRen simply gave the pages a fleeting look before he returned his glower at Wei WuXian.
“Step out of your desk,” he said, tone unforgiving.
Lan QiRen gave him a stricter glare. Wei WuXian chuckled bitterly and did as he was told.
For a good five minutes, Lan QiRen looked through his table, his chair, his drawer, and his bag, but found nothing suspicious. Finally satisfied, he gave Wei WuXian a ‘hmph’ before he warned him to stay put then left his desk alone. Wei WuXian released a relieved breath once he’s seated on his chair again. Lan QiRen obviously heard it, because in the next moment, he’d spoken out loud at Lan WangJi,
“WangJi, keep an eye on him. If you see him doing anything suspicious, report him right away.”
Lan WangJi nodded. The class resumed.
After a while, Lan WangJi heard a hushed ‘psst’ from behind him. He intended to ignore it at first, but the ‘psst, psst’ was getting louder than before and, not wanting to be dragged into any sort of disciplinary fault, Lan WangJi heaved a sigh under his breath and leaned backwards. Wei WuXian, in the meantime, leaned forward, coming close to Lan WangJi’s ear.
“Thank you,” he whispered, hot breathing splashed on Lan WangJi’s ear, spreading a tint of warmth all the way to its tip.
Lan WangJi coughed softly and repositioned his posture.
For a while, he thought he could hear Wei WuXian chuckling from behind, but he’s already too distracted by the pounding of his heartbeats in his ears to be able to verify it for real.
For the rest of the lesson, he couldn’t focus on anything that was taught in front of the class.
None of them moved even when the bell rang, even when the students in the class scrambled their way out of the classroom, rumbling about wanting to buy the day-exclusive buns before they ran out of stock in the canteen. It’s only when the last of the students left that Wei WuXian released a loud, heavy breath, then plopping onto the table. His long hands stretched to the front as he laid, coming to rest on both Lan WangJi’s sides, who rattled ever so slightly from the loud sounds and the sudden appearance of the hands beside him.
“Lan Zhan…” Wei WuXian fretted from behind him.
Lan WangJi took a while to answer. “What is it?”
“Can I take it as you’re willing to take care of the kitten with me now?” Wei WuXian spoke. Lan WangJi couldn’t see his face but he could very much tell what kind of expression he’s gracing on his face now; smirking with a narrowed pair of eyes, looking totally rascally.
Acting completely out of his own instinct, Lan WangJi spun around in such a drastic move that it had Wei WuXian bouncing from his table, straightening himself up and staring at Lan WangJi with surprise written all over his face.
“Hey, manners, Senior Lan, manners.”
“The kitten,” Lan WangJi gritted.
“Hm? It’s right here.”
With that said, Wei WuXian carried the box carefully onto the table. Now that it’s placed under clear eyesight, Lan WangJi can properly make out the tiny, fluffy white-furred kitten in the box, curled up into a round ball, sleeping. It’s only the size of their palm and it looked so fragile it’s as if a rough touch would break its bones. As Wei WuXian had told him, he could also see slight red patches on one of its legs.
It’s really injured.
“Don’t tell me to leave it in the clinic again. No will do, nope,” Wei WuXian said, one finger stroking tenderly on the kitten’s soft fur. “I’ll look after it until school ends.”
“We have P.E. later,” Lan WangJi reminded. How do you want to take care of it? was what Wei WuXian heard from him.
“I… I’ll skip,” Wei WuXian said.
“Don’t look at me like that, I can’t leave it alone. I’ll pretend to have a migraine and look after it.”
“You’ll be asked to see the nurse,” Lan WangJi said.
In the end, Lan WangJi sighed. Without a word, he stood.
“Lan Zhan? Where are you going?”
“The clinic,” Lan WangJi said.
“No, please don’t. Don’t tell the nurse. I swear I can take care of it, I can think of another excuse!” Wei WuXian pleaded.
Lan WangJi, however, shook his head. “Bandages and medicines,” he said. Then nodding to the cat. “For it.”
He tried not to think about what would Wei WuXian take away from this action of his. But by the time he was already walking his way down the stairs, he halted in his steps abruptly, suddenly reminded of something.
He’d forgotten to ask what Wei WuXian wanted to eat for their break time.