What a beautiful morning, Tao thinks to himself as he dramatically walks towards the entrance of his school building, staring off into the trees with one strap of his backpack slung over his shoulder. Black rimmed, plastic glasses sit atop his nose as he smiles a fabulous smile at the world while he confidently struts in his dark skinny jeans and stylish blue t-shirt.

“Stop pretending like you’re in some kind of anime,” Sehun interrupts in the middle of Tao’s special moment.

“Goddammit, Sehun, let a man dream, would you?” the upset panda groans.

“Friends don’t let other friends have hopes and dreams.”

“… So is that your philosophy?”

“Only for my dearest and sweetest Huang Zitao,” Sehun smiles widely and winks at him.

“Shut up, lisp boy,” he responds to the cringe worthy gesture.

“Shut up, athhole.”

Zitao dies of laughter.