[ Somehow, he manages to live it down. He stops wearing his wristband for a day or two. March teases him for a week. Stelle's still sending the occasional meme. (And even he has to admit that the "I put some awkward in your awkward so you can awkward while you awkward" one was kinda funny, once enough time passed to take the sting out of the thing.) But he lives it down, he gets past it, and now, he's able to just write it off as something weird that happened, a strange moment of playful friendliness from his older brother's friend.
And it's not like it's Yingxing's fault that Dan Heng has had a crush on him for years, anyway.
Today, his wristband is back where it belongs, worn on a wrist as the one major outward sign of his fandom. A sign that right now is even more obvious than normal as his clothes pull away from his forearm, leaving it bare but for the purple and white knit. The culprit? A stretched arm, a book on an abysmally tall shelf. He loves this store, but how many times will he have to ask before they get stepladders or something...?
Dan Heng sighs, hand starting to lower from the book. He'll have to ask for help. Again. ]
I'll make any excuse, coincidence, I knew
And it's not like it's Yingxing's fault that Dan Heng has had a crush on him for years, anyway.
Today, his wristband is back where it belongs, worn on a wrist as the one major outward sign of his fandom. A sign that right now is even more obvious than normal as his clothes pull away from his forearm, leaving it bare but for the purple and white knit. The culprit? A stretched arm, a book on an abysmally tall shelf. He loves this store, but how many times will he have to ask before they get stepladders or something...?
Dan Heng sighs, hand starting to lower from the book. He'll have to ask for help. Again. ]