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: 3-year old wangxian.
A story of two high school boys learning how to take care of an injured kitten.
It’s Meeting Teacher’s Day.
Lan XiChen walked out of the teacher’s room after a meeting with the form teacher for Lan WangJi’s class, finding Lan WangJi sitting all by himself outside the classroom, waiting for him. With a smile, he strode towards his brother.
“WangJi, we can go home now,” he said.
“En,” Lan WangJi said, slinging his school bag to his back and stood.
Holding his hand, the brothers paced out of the school grounds and soon found themselves on the pathway leading back home.
“Your teacher said you have been performing very well throughout the year. Well done, WangJi,” Lan XiChen praised.
“The teachers taught well,” Lan WangJi said meekly, head lowered, faint flushes on his earlobes.
“But you concentrated in classes and studied well too, that’s why you got great marks in your exams. Give yourself credit too, WangJi,” Lan XiChen advised.
“En,” Lan WangJi said.
“But, studies aside, I’ve been talking to the boy too,” Lan XiChen continued. He felt Lan WangJi’s hand tighten in his grasp.
“The… boy?” Lan WangJi asked carefully.
“That small boy who you always play with, remember? Wei WuXian.”
Lan WangJi said nothing.
“He, however, had something to say about you when I talked to him just now,” Lan XiChen said.
“What… did he say?” Lan WangJi asked, his tone still no less careful than before, his head still lowered. But the hint of expectation was still obvious and it did nothing but interest Lan XiChen even more.
“He said you bullied him.”
Lan WangJi looked up, expression one of shock.
“Did you?” Lan XiChen asked, finding endearment in his brother’s reaction; Lan WangJi barely ever portrayed any sort of expression at all, and it surprised him that the mere mention of the boy down the street would always effortlessly draw various sorts of reaction out of him.
“I did not,” Lan WangJi said with immense difficulty.
“But why did A-Xian tell me you did?”
“What did you say to him?” Lan XiChen tried to ask.
“Even when he talked to you?” Lan XiChen guessed.