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yeni let me borrow the acc for fun(altho i was jokin) since she wont be postin for awhile :p i might just sneak some posts here and there, don wanna mess up her acc w my fnf brainrot xd ill try by drawing the skeleguys in my art style lol
well i think yall can tell by some changes to the acc n dw therere just temporary
hope we can getalong :] my first time managing an acc publicly
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⥠Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a Date which hasn't been released in EN yet!âĄ
[Translation under the cut!]
[Section 1]
Staff: Goodbye boss, see you next week!
MC: Mm, have a good rest and have fun on the weekend!
After bidding the staff goodbye with a smile, I picked up my phone and cheerfully sent a message to that person.
MC: Iâm off work! Are you at school? Iâm coming to hang out with you~
MC: Hmm, better poke him a few more times, just in case this guy hasnât checked his phone againâŚ
By the third poke of my fingertip a voice message popped up beside his profile picture.
Shaw's voice message: âIâm not at the history building. Come here.â
Shaw's voice message: âKnock when you arrive Iâll come get you.â
I stared at the real-time location that appeared on my screen momentarily dazed.
The art academy? Whatâs Shaw doing there?
I sent another message to ask, but there was no reply. Pouting, I decided to just go and see for myself.
Passing through small groups of people, I arrived at the art academy.
From outside the drama departmentâs rehearsal room, I vaguely heard voices and instinctively looked over.
A group of boys and girls in rehearsal outfits were gathered around a tall figure, bowing to him in unison.
I curiously looked toward the âcenter of attention,â but a pillar was blocking most of that personâs figure.
Boys and girls: Please, Shaw!
?.? (Shaw's voice): I refuse.
MC: Huh?
How is it Shaw?! I widened my eyes in surprise and quickly walked toward them.
The boys and girls left with disappointed faces, and Shaw spotted me, raising his eyebrows slightly.
Shaw: Youâre here? I was just about to go meet you at the door.
MC: Hehe, what were they doing just now? Were they all confessing to you orâ mmph!
Before I could finish, a knuckle rapped against my forehead, and Shaw pursed his lips in exasperation.
Shaw: Tone down that imagination of yours.
Shaw: Remember my senior, the one with the surname Wang? She used to be the core member of the schoolâs drama research club.
Shaw: Theyâre putting on a mythology-themed stage play this time. They wanted to invite her as a consultant, but since sheâs too busy, she recommended me instead.
MC [shocked]: So you turned them down?
Shaw: I didnât refuse the consultant job. Itâs easy workâjust helping them review the script, costumes, and props.
Shaw, on stage acting, and in a mythology play no less? I instantly grew excited and grabbed his arm.
Shaw [slight irritation in his voice]: They even want me to play a role too. Tch, not happening.
MC: Please, Shaw!
Shaw [surprised]: Wait, youâre joining too??
MC: Why not? I bet they invited you because youâre super handsome and look great on camera, right?
Shaw squinted at me, half-skeptical of my flattery.
Shaw: Handsome my foot. Iâve got no acting experience... You just want to see me make a fool of myself, donât you?
MC: As if~
I quickly shook my head, tugging at his sleeve with a mock pitiful look.
MC: Who says you donât have acting experience? Every time you play the info broker and pretend to be someone else to fool people, youâre flawless at it!
MC: Since you already agreed to be their consultant, why not just take one more step?
MC: Pleaseee, I really want to see you on stage, Shaw!
Shaw [surprised]: âŚ..
Shaw visibly shivered at my overly sweet tone, goosebumps rising as he shot me a sharp glance. Then, as if something had just occurred to him, a sly glint flashed in his eyes.
Shaw [oh he's definitely scheming smtg]: Iâll act in the play, but you have to agree to one thing.
MC [with great enthusiasm]: As long as youâre willing to perform, Iâll do anything!
Shaw smirked, prying my hand from his sleeve and locking it firmly in his palm.
Shaw [takes his time to think of a role]: You said it. Then youâll be my exclusive logistics assistant.
I blinked in confusion. Logistics staff were common in a theater crew, but exclusive logistics⌠I suddenly had a bad feeling about this.
MC [regretting her decision]: Uh, can you at least tell me what exactly your exclusive logistics assistant is supposed to do?
Shaw straightened up, a soft laugh escaping as he raised an eyebrow, his gaze bright and teasing.
Shaw [sexy whispering]: Youâll find out when the time comes.
â
[Section 2]
Unfortunately, the first official rehearsal was scheduled on a weekday.
To catch a glimpse of Shawâs performance, I rushed to the small theater at the art academy as soon as I finished my work, even though heâd told me to arrive at eight.
By the time I arrived, the play was already underway.
Under the stage lights, a female actor stepped gracefully into the center, dressed in a snow-white robe and holding a longbow, her expression solemn.
Actor A: In the hunting grounds of the gods, seek out the prey that stirs your heart.
As her voice fell, several âhuntersâ dashed out from the wings.
They were still dressed in practice clothes, yet their agile movements made it easy to imagine how striking they would look once in full costume.
The scene might not have matched the grandeur of a professional stage, but it was filled with raw passion and purity, drawing the audience in effortlessly.
I clapped softly a few times, all the while letting my gaze wander across the stage in search of Shawâs figure.
MC [confused]: âŚWait, wasnât he supposed to be playing a hunter role?
I looked aroundâno sign of Shaw among the attendants or the actors playing the celestial beings. Could it be⌠he hasnât appeared yet?
Suddenly, at the back of the stage, one of the background âtreesâ gave a small shake.
MC: Eh?
The trunk continued to tremble slightly, causing the branches and leaves to rustle along with itâas if some poor soul had been bitten by mosquitoes but couldnât move, desperately trying to endure it.
Looking closer, I caught sight of a familiar streak of blue-purple hair peeking out from between the branches.
MC [laughs]: PfftâŚ.
I couldnât hold back my laughter anymore.
While the deities on stage continued to dance with the hunters, Shawâs âdivine treeâ swayed and shifted along with the hunting sceneâsilent, yet blending in with uncanny naturalness.
Director: Alright, cut! Take twenty minutes, everyone, then weâll move on to the next scene!
The actors dispersed for their break, and I quickly hopped onto the stage.
MC [coquettishly]: Shaw~ I came to visit you.
At the sound of my voice, the âtreeâ turned its head.
A few paper leaves were hanging from his hair, with several strands of grapevine twined around his hands. Only the clothes hidden behind the tree trunkâa plain T-shirtâmatched the others.
A faint blush crossed Shawâs face, but it quickly faded back into his usual expression.
Shaw [trying to play it cool]: Didnât I tell you to come at eight? Why are you here so early?
MC: Because I wanted to see you sooner!
Curious, I reached out and poked the leaves on his head.
MC: But⌠why are you playing a tree?
Shaw: What else would I play?
Shaw [stating the facts]: I told you, I donât have any acting experience. Of course Iâd pick a background role. No lines, minimal movementâperfect.
MC [speechless]: âŚ..
Shaw looked at my frustrated yet speechless expression with great satisfaction. He stretched lazily and sat down on the floor.
Shaw [stretches himself]: Why are you standing there like an idiot? Sit down.
As soon as I sat down next to him, his armâwithout the slightest hesitationâlanded right in my lap, as if it belonged there.
MC: ?
Shaw: Pinch.
MC: Pinch what?
Shaw [teasingly]: Isnât logistics work all about helping me massage my shoulders and legs? When we finish the next rehearsal segment, donât forget to run to the store and get me two bottles of cola.
Shaw: Oh right, and bring a bottle of mosquito repellent too. Itâs scorching in this venue... hiss.
Shawâs stream of orders was suddenly cut off by a sharp intake of breath.
He glared at my fingers resting on his arm.
Shaw [sighs + in a lazy voice]: ...I said pinch, not dig your nails in.
I kept bickering with him, but still eased up my strength and began helping him relax his arm.
MC: Oh really? Itâs my first time doing logistics, you knowâstill not very skilled.
MC: Didnât know being a background character was this exhausting. I saw you sneaking little movements just now.
Shaw [exhausted]: I already went through two full scenes before you even showed up. Been hauling heavy props back and forth nonstopâmore Sisyphean than Sisyphus himself. So if I moved a bit...
Shaw [acting all smug]: Right now, Iâm the divine tree from mythology, okay? Ever heard of it? Zeus himself granted me powersâof course I can move.
I couldnât help but laugh, the little bit of annoyance Iâd been holding onto already melted away by his lazy tone.
I gently ran my fingers through the damp ends of his hair, and my voice unconsciously softened.
MC: So, besides cola and mosquito repellent, do you want me to bring anything else? Maybe some snacks...
Director: ShawâŚ.. Excuse me, sorry to interrupt!
Before I could finish, the director suddenly walked over with the script in hand.
Director: Could we borrow you for two minutes? Thereâs a plot issue weâd like to discuss with you.
Shaw clicked his tongue in mild annoyance and waved his hand dismissively.
Shaw [giving orders]: Logistics, take notes for me.
âThatâs not what logistics is supposed to do!
â
[Section 3]
Director: Ahem, well, hereâs the thing, Shaw. After watching the rehearsal, we felt that with your... uh, outstanding looks and presence, itâs a real waste for you to only play a background role.
Director: Coincidentally, our next scene is the banquet of the God of Wine, and we need a character with a certain aesthetic appeal. Would you be willing to switch roles?
Shaw lifted his gaze. His expression remained unchanged, but his eyes grew noticeably darker.
Shaw: Switch roles? Are there lines?
Director: Ah, yes, a few lines, but not many, and you donât have to do any complicated movementsâŚ
As he spoke, the director handed the script to Shaw. He glanced over it briefly before handing it back.
Shaw: This isnât a background role. Iâm not doing it.
Shaw rejected the directorâs proposal without the slightest hesitation.
As someone whoâs spent years around theater groups, it was the first time Iâd seen a background character speak to a director like that.
I was secretly stunned, yet somehow it felt entirely reasonableâ
Because he was Shaw, and Shaw could do that.
Watching the director walk away, clearly troubled, I couldnât help but poke his arm.
MC: Shaw, do you really hate saying lines that much?
Shaw: Exactly. I said Iâd only be a background character, so Iâll stay a background character.
MC: But being just a background is so unnoticeable. If you hadnât moved just now, I wouldnât have even found you...
MC: But if you had a few lines and a bit more screen time, at least I could spot you from the audience.
At those words, Shawâs expression suddenly shifted into something subtle and unreadable.
He pressed his lips together and lowered his gaze, staring at me as if trying to see straight through my thoughts.
Shaw [surprised]: ...You didnât notice me just now?
MC: Yeah, I was wondering why you werenât on stage. Who knew youâd be playing a tree...
Shaw let out a quiet snort, lowering his head with a faint smile.
Shaw [made up his mind]: Alright, I get it.
Shaw: No need for the pinching. Iâll go change. Go grab me some cola and mosquito repellent.
As he spoke, he stood up and started walking toward the backstage dressing room, leaving me completely puzzled.
MC: Waitâwhat exactly do you âgetâ?
Shaw didnât look backâhe simply lifted a hand and waved, signaling me to wait until later.
Could it be that heâd changed his mind and decided to take on the role the director mentioned?
Sending me away now⌠maybe he was planning to surprise me, huh.
When I returned from the supermarket, full of anticipation, the lights in the small theater had already dimmed.
â
[Section 4]
At the center, a white marble table was piled high with fake fruits and wine glasses, surrounded by stone pillars entwined with grapevines.
A few seconds later, the stage lights came on againâthe banquet of Dionysus had been perfectly set.
The god of wine, Dionysus, stood in bright, flowing robes. Surrounded by the other deities, his gaze was hazy as he raised his cup before the table.
God of wine: Both gods and mortals cannot escape the same riddle: Is it love that nourishes life, or life that gives birth to love?
The God of Wine is the main character.
The lighting, the positioning, the linesâeverything centers on him.
But my gaze passed over him and fell on the person behind the God of Wine.
MC: ShawâŚ
In this scene, Shaw was no longer the tree. He had changed into a grape-colored Greek robe, adorned with entwined golden branches, transformed into the attendant of the God of Wine.
A wreath woven from bountiful fruits sat askew among his tousled blue-purple hair.
A soft blush tinged his cheeks as he leaned, slightly tipsy, against a statue.
Shaw had no lines. He was still just part of the background, yet this time, he somehow became the one presence on stage no one could look away from.
God of wine: So, what kind of wine would you like to taste?
God of wine: The aged brew of fate, bitter at first but sweet after?
God of wine: Or the honeyed new wine of loveââeven if it carries a single drop of deadly poison?
Shaw kept his eyes lowered, his gaze occasionally drifting in sync with the God of Wineâs lines, a lazy, indifferent smile lingering in his eyes.
When the God spoke of loveâs sweetness, a trace of thoughtfulness flickered across his face;
but when divine words turned to the deadly traps of desire,
he curled his lips with amusement, a subtle, undefinable danger flashing in his eyes.
Then suddenly, as if by accident, Shaw turned his head toward the audienceâ
and locked eyes with me, unerringly.
His gaze carried an intensely provocative defiance, so sharp it made my heart jolt, breath catching in my throat.
He parted his lips slightly, silently mouthing the same line the God of Wine was recitingâ
Shaw [in a low husky voice đŤŁ]: Tell me, what kind of wine will you choose to drink?
I no longer cared which wine those gods had chosen.
My entire world had narrowed down to nothing but Shawâs defiant smile
and those piercingly bright eyes that felt like a jolt of electricity.
I knew exactly what my choice was.
â
Although Shaw only played a background character, with that impossibly good-looking face and his impeccable silent acting during the banquet scene, he still gained a bit of popularity on the campus confession wall.
After the official performance of the stage play, thanks to its fresh concept and solid, well-crafted script, it became a big hit at the cultural festival.
Adam: Guys, look what Iâve found again!
The next second, a link popped up next to Adamâs profile picture.
I clicked on itâand sure enough.
[Iâm still thinking about The Gods even after getting back to the dorm. That background actor with the blue-purple hair was way too handsomeâcan someone help me find his contact info?]
Within seconds, the post had replies.
[Another one has fallen.]
[Ignorance is bliss.]
[Ignorance is bliss +1]
[Fine, Iâll be the kind one here. Heâs a legend from the history departmentâwonât say the name, but ask around and youâll know.
This guyâs got a terrible temper, rarely attends big lectures, always wandering around outside. Basically, donât expect to bump into him on campus.]
Seeing that, I couldnât help but press my lips into a smile.
And just then, an even more outrageous comment popped up.
[Just to addâdonât even think about dating him. Rumor has it heâs been kept by some rich lady for ages. Tsk tsk, total pretty boy!]
I finally couldnât hold it in and burst out laughing.
MC [burst out laughing]: Hahahahaha!
Everyone in the Isolated group chat was gleefully spamming reaction stickers.
Suddenly, a slender hand reached out and snatched the phone from my grasp.
I looked upâonly to see a certain so-called âpretty boyâ tapping the voice message button with a cold expression on his face.
Shaw [with gritted teeth]: Donât you all have anything better to do?
Shaw: If anyone hits a wrong note during tonightâs live rehearsal, just wait and see.
The once lively stream of notifications fell dead silent in an instant.
Shaw handed the phone back to me, and I pouted.
MC: You sent that voice message using my account.
Shaw: Why not?
He leaned over the sofa, bracing himself with one hand as he looked down at me, voice lowering.
Shaw [AHHH HE'S LOW SEXY VOICE x1]: What, does the sugar mama want to keep our relationship underground now?
MC [blushing hard]: Nonsense!
My face flushed red in an instant. I reached out to push Shaw away, but he caught my wrist.
With a firm tug, he pulled me closeâso close that we could see our reflections in each otherâs eyes.
I instinctively tried to look away, but Shaw wouldnât let me. He leaned in, his face following mine, refusing to let me escape.
Shaw [x2]: What are you getting flustered for? Werenât you very entertained watching me get roasted just now?
MC [flustered]: IâI wasnât laughing at you...
MC [changing the subject]: Everyone was just reading posts praising how handsome you are.
His direct gaze unsettled me, and I couldnât help trying to regain the upper handâmy words came out a bit faster.
MC: If anyoneâs flustered, itâs you, isnât it?
Shaw: Me? What would I be flustered about?
MC: Iâve noticed it already. These past few days, every time Adam and the others share a confession wall post praising you, you get super awkward.
MC: But when fans praise Shaw, you donât react like that at all.
MC: Could it be because the students are praising your looks, while the fans praise your talent? And you want to win people over withâ Ow! Shaw, you hit my forehead again!
I covered my head, glaring at him in protest.
Shaw didnât flinch under my indignationâinstead, a faint, helpless smile curled at the corners of his lips.
Shaw [sighs]: Because youâre too dumb.
Shaw: Why would I care about winning them over? Even if they praise me a hundred times, it means nothing to me.
As he spoke, a subtle flicker of something expectant stirred in his eyesâ and all at once, I seemed to understand.
He never cared about the outside world.
The only thing he cared about was...
A warm, tender feeling welled quietly in my chest. I leaned inâand gently kissed the corner of his lips.
Iâve long been conquered by Shaw.
He froze for a moment, the corners of his lips involuntarily curving upwardâ
but he quickly forced it down, masking it with a casually smug tone.
Shaw [in a husky voice x1]: Thatâs it?
Shaw [x2]: Go study how everyone else compliments me.
How could someone be this petty and this greedy?
Staring into his eyes, brimming with mischief, my heartbeat quickened.
I cleared my throat on purpose.
MC: Iâm not copying them. I have my own way.
Our breaths mingled once more, and in the space between that fragile closeness, I softly murmured the line that had originally been written for Shaw to speak in The Gods:
MC: What hath night to do with sleep?
MC: Night hath better sweets to prove.
Shaw smiled in satisfaction, and softly echoed the final line.
Shaw [OH MY GOD HIS ENGLISH VOICE IS CHEF KISS!!]: Venus now wakes, and waken Love.