Extra 2: Morning Texts

Every morning, without fail, Shen Yu's phone would vibrate, the screen lighting up with a message from Lu Zhixuan. At first, the texts had been simple, casual. A "Good morning," or a playful, "Woke up thinking about you." It was nothing too elaborate, just a quick message to start the day, but to Shen Yu, it felt like everything. The first thing he'd see when he opened his eyes, that one line from Lu Zhixuan, made the world feel a little brighter.

He had never been someone who particularly cared about mornings, but ever since the texts started, he found himself waking up just a little earlier, checking his phone as soon as the alarm went off, eager to see what Lu Zhixuan would say that day. It became a routine, one that made his heart race a little every time.

The messages were always short, but always packed with meaning. "Good morning, sleepyhead" on days when Shen Yu had stayed up too late studying. "Did you sleep well?" when he knew Shen Yu had a rough night. Sometimes, if it was a weekend or a break, he'd add something more playful, "Did you dream about me?"

Shen Yu would smile at each one, typing back as quickly as his fingers would allow, his heart pounding as he carefully crafted his responses. "Good morning to you too." "I did, actually. Did you dream about me?" "Woke up late today. Thanks for keeping me on track." He'd try to keep it casual, but deep down, he couldn't help the flutter in his chest every time he hit 'send.'

And the best part? Lu Zhixuan would always reply, never leaving him hanging. Sometimes it would just be a simple "You're welcome" or "I always do," but it was enough. The exchange was quick, yet filled with an unspoken connection that Shen Yu cherished.

It wasn't much, just a few texts each morning. But somehow, it made him feel special. Like they had this little secret, a quiet, intimate thing between them that nobody else knew about. It was a small act, but to Shen Yu, it meant the world. Every morning, he'd look at his phone, that fluttering feeling in his stomach reminding him that Lu Zhixuan thought about him, even before the day had truly begun.

Sometimes, when the messages got a little longer or more teasing, Shen Yu found himself blushing, as if Lu Zhixuan's words were a private joke just for the two of them. He would smile to himself, glancing around as if someone might catch him in this moment of sweetness. But he didn't care. This was his new reality, and he liked it.

The mornings had transformed from something ordinary into something filled with anticipation. He'd wake up, check his phone, and smile at the screen, knowing that this little ritual, this quiet exchange between him and Lu Zhixuan, had become an essential part of his day. It made him feel connected to him in a way nothing else could.

As the days passed, Shen Yu realized that these morning texts had become his favorite part of the day, a moment of warmth and affection that was just for him. It wasn't just a text from Lu Zhixuan anymore; it was a reminder that he mattered to him. And, for Shen Yu, that simple act of sending and receiving a message was enough to make him feel like the luckiest person in the world.

He didn't know where their relationship would go, but one thing was certain: he couldn't wait to wake up tomorrow and read whatever message Lu Zhixuan would send.