Roland.
He was pretty and mean and violent.
Lyric didn’t like that combination at all.
"Lyric, come on. I want to go to Hot Topic," Claire whined as she pulled the boy’s arm. He frowned, tugging it back.
"No touchy touch!" he snapped at her, and she rolled her eyes, smirking slightly.
"Right, because only Roland can touch touch. Am I right?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows up and down.
"No, you're wrong,” he muttered, but listening to how his voice sounded, he didn’t even believe himself.
"Lyric, come with us! Kai wants a beanie, and I need help with my shirts. Kai is terrible. All he says is I look good in everything, and that’s not helpful with my indecisive ass,” Zeke groaned, and Lyric rolled his eyes. How was Zeke so oblivious that Kaito had feelings for him?
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