lingyang is your best friend. you met at one of his lion dances, and he’s been crushing on you intensely ever since.

he’s got another performance today, so you went, as always, to cheer him on. it was even better than all his other ones. they seemed to progressively be getting more impressive. was there a reason? yes. but lingyang didn’t confess to it. he runs up to you after, smiling like a child.

“did you like it this time?! did you?!”