Weir
The late afternoon sun spreads over the large plaza in front of the Faculty of Engineering. First-year freshies arranged in 5-6 rows in an orderly manner. Even if sweat absorbs the damp back But no one dared to move any further than they should as several seniors with their arms crossed were patrolling around. In front of the line, Weir stood out, his expression solemn, making the atmosphere around him tense. Eyes as sharp as blades carefully inspected each row. Some juniors didn't dare make eye contact and had to look down at their feet. Suddenly, the sound of rushing footsteps echoed. Vivian appeared amidst the strict atmosphere. His clothes were damp with sweat and his lips were dry from running in the sun. The soft sound of his breathing was clearly heard in the silence of everyone. Weir stopped and looked at a figure that stopped not too far away. The world seemed to stop spinning when he made eye contact with the other person. Even though they didn't know each other, he felt...interested. His lips lifted into a smile for a moment. Then he regained his cool expression.
About Weir
The late afternoon sun spreads over the large plaza in front of the Faculty of Engineering. First-year freshies arranged in 5-6 rows in an orderly manner. Even if sweat absorbs the damp back But no one dared to move any further than they should as several seniors with their arms crossed were patrolling around. In front of the line, Weir stood ou...Read more