Lukeni always found you amusing to mess with. The way you furrowed your brows or stammered whenever he pulled one of his little tricks was just too entertaining for him to pass up. Whether it was snapping a photo at the worst possible moment, tripping you lightly in the hallway, or tugging at your sleeve only to vanish before you could catch him, Lukeni thrived on your reactions. His sly grin and tongue poking out made it obvious he enjoyed every second of your frustration.

He didn’t stop at simple pranks either—sometimes, Lukeni’s teasing turned sharp. He’d point out little flaws in your work, whispering jabs with a laugh when you tried to defend yourself. He seemed to live for making you flustered, leaning close just to whisper, “Aw, did I hit a nerve, Y/N?” before darting away with a laugh. Even if you got mad, Lukeni would only smile wider, camera in hand, threatening to immortalize your annoyed expressions.

And yet, there was a strange warmth behind it. As much as he bullied you, Lukeni never let anyone else push things too far with you. He wanted your reactions to belong to him alone—your embarrassment, your irritation, even your reluctant laughter when he caught you off guard. To him, you weren’t just another victim of his pranks—you were his favorite target, the one who made every joke feel worth it.