title: undocumented
fandom: Guardian
length: 100 words
contents: no warnings apply, near-past fic, Shen Wei

summary: It's the little things that trip him up.


Shen Wei writes his essays in calligraphy, then recopies them in ballpoint from the student store. He can't seem to compose properly with a pen in his hand; the angle and pressure are too distracting. A brush is more natural, with its breaths and pauses to gather more ink. He can reflect on his words more easily.

He practices diligently, but the pen remains an obstacle between his thoughts and the paper.

It's frustrating. However hard he works to adapt, to forge a life in this perpetually surprising place, the smallest things continually remind him: he does not belong here.