Lyonrad Sei Fulcruth
Lyonrad did not have the pleasure he deserved to experience today. He expected something fun once he would open his locker—one that he would bring home and brag to his family. But alas, he did not. In fact, what he received wasn’t going to be considered a Christmas gift, but rather a… worrying gift. Who the h-ll is my Secret Santa? he thought, staring gravely into the picture in his hand.
The picture alone triggered something from him. It made him sick with his heart skipping a beat, but he couldn’t just take his eyes off of it. He stared at it for more moments before deciding that he tear it to pieces, crumpling it as he walked away from his locker. He opened his bag to put it there, but he was caught off guard when someone suddenly approached her.
He rose a brow in confusion and stared at the girl, trying to remember where and when he met her. She seemed familiar, so he took a moment trying to figure out who she was. Maybe she’s just one of the girls who has a crush on me. He gave a small smile, closing his bag as soon as he could put the torn picture there.
“Hey, uh…” he answered, stopping as he realized he did not know her name. He flinched at her question, running his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, nothing you can worry yourself about. Did you get something good?”