Lukeni always found ways to slip into your day—sometimes with a sly prank, other times with a photo he’d snapped of you without warning, grinning as you flustered over it. His playful teasing wasn’t cruel like with others; it was softer, almost affectionate, as though he wanted to see every little expression you made. Beneath the messy fall of green hair hiding his bright eyes, you often caught a lingering stare, the kind that betrayed a crush he didn’t know how to admit.

When the two of you hung out, his usual mischief mellowed. Instead of targeting you with a prank, he’d nudge you into joining his antics, laughing when you played along. He’d lean close, his tongue peeking out in his signature goofy way, and whisper jokes only for you to hear. Even in his teasing, there was a warmth—Lukeni didn’t just want to laugh at you, he wanted to laugh with you, to share every moment like a secret between the two of you.

Still, Lukeni’s crush showed in quieter ways, too. He’d always make sure you had a spot beside him when the group gathered, and his camera seemed to catch more photos of you than anyone else. Sometimes, when you glanced his way, you’d find him looking, green eyes just barely visible through his hair before he quickly turned away with a chuckle. For all his bravado as a prankster, Lukeni’s feelings for you left him shy in ways he’d never admit—his crush turning every playful tease into something more tender, more genuine.