For someone who moved with such grace around a stage, Yixing was stunningly clumsy off it. He jumped down the steps of the academy, eyes bright and focussed on the snow that now blanketed the academy-- so much that he didn't see the boy at the foot of the steps. When he did see him, it was too late. He made an attempt to change the direction in which he was moving but failed, and ended up crashing into him with a startled "E-excuse me!"
The impact was quick and unexpected, and the arachna stumbled and landed on his butt with the grace of a blind pigeon. The snow-covered ground felt wet and unpleasant against the texture of his jeans, snowflakes stuck to Sehun's black coat like annoying specks of dust. With a frown on his pale face, the boy looked up, his anger fading little by little at the sight of the unfamiliar male. "It's okay," He mumbled, heat rushing to his cheeks as he clumsily tried to get up, "I was in the way, I guess."
