Heartfilia

Lyon dressed, picked up a dessert and a cold drink, and strode confidently to Juvia's table.

"Here's your dessert, beautiful lady."

Juvia looked away from Gray and nodded politely.

"Thanks."

Lyon put down the dessert and stood there without moving.

He rubbed his hands together somewhat nervously.

"That..."

She rubbed the corner of her clothes again.

Can we be friends?

Juvia's mind exploded instantly.

Add it or not?

If I add him, could I follow the trail and become Gray's friend through him?

But what if Gray adds another boy in front of him? Won't he misunderstand?

What if there's a misunderstanding?

What if he thinks I'm a promiscuous girl?

But if I don't join, I'll miss another opportunity to get close to Gray...

I'm so conflicted.

In those three seconds when her brain was working at high speed.

Bang!

A stainless steel plate flew from behind the counter and hit Lyon squarely on the back of the head.

Lyon collapsed to the ground.

"You idiot, don't bother the guests!"

Gray stood behind the counter, his hand still in a throwing stance, veins bulging on his neck.

Lyon got up from the ground, covered his head, turned around and rushed over to fight Gray.

The two wrestled together, fighting from behind the counter to next to the beverage machine, and then rolled onto the floor.

The tables and chairs creaked from the impact.

You're the idiot!

You're a stripper maniac!

You're such a clever person!

You're a pervert!

You're a pervert!

Juvia took the opportunity to get closer and observe.

Gray looks so cool when he fights.

That sentence was floating through her mind.

A white shirt flew out from between the two wrestling men, arcing through the air before landing precisely on Juvia's face.

She froze.

Steam rose from above, and the edges of his white shirt trembled slightly from the heat.

Riyao put down the ice cream scoop and took out his phone.

This needs to be recorded.

Mirajane also took out his phone, and the two of them pressed the shutter at the same time.

Click.

Click.

Lisanna and Elfman joined in, and the four of them formed a circle, snapping away at the steaming Juvia.

Ur came out of the kitchen, holding a rolling pin in his hand.

Seeing the scene before her, she took a deep breath.

Bang!

Bang!

Each of them received a sharp rap on the head, landing solidly on Gray and Lyon's foreheads.

The two of them squatted down at the same time, holding their heads.

You two idiots!

Ur slammed the spatula on the table.

"There are still guests here; there's a limit to how much you can fool around!"

Gray rubbed his head and turned away.

Lyon rubbed his head and turned away.

The two of them had the backs of their heads facing each other.

Jingle.

The door was pushed open, and the wind chimes on it rang once.

Ultear led Meredy in.

She wore a dark gray long trench coat and frameless glasses perched on her nose, giving her a clean and neat appearance.

Are you guys messing around again?

She adjusted her glasses, her tone indifferent.

When Ur saw Ultear, the anger on his face instantly vanished, and he smiled so broadly that his eyes crinkled.

"You brought little Meredy here to play again today?"

"Yeah, I don't have class today, so I brought her here to shop around."

Ultear walked to the counter, Meredy obediently followed behind her.

Hello, Aunt Ur.

Meredy's voice was soft.

"Little Meredy is so good."

Ur bent down and patted Meredy's head.

"Ultear is so lucky to have a student like you."

Riyao put down his phone and glanced at Ultear.

The face looks familiar.

I think he's a professor of archaeology and linguistics at the university; I've seen him once before in the lecture hall.

Gray got up from the ground, bruised and battered, and carried a tray of desserts to Riyao and his friends' table.

Please enjoy your meal.

He tried to maintain a waiter's smile, but the bruises on his face ruined the whole thing.

"Brother."

Riyao pointed at him.

Your clothes are missing again.

Gray looked down.

He was shirtless.

"Ah?!"

He turned around abruptly and began searching the entire store for clothes.

Search under the chairs, next to the trash cans, under the counter.

No.

The white shirt on the ground is gone.

Juvia sat in the corner, casually stirring her cold drink with one hand while stuffing a wad of white cloth into her bag with the other.

The movements were very natural.

His expression was very calm.

The tips of her ears turned red.

Riyao watched this scene and shook his head.

"The world is going to the dogs."

Mirajane scooped up a full spoonful of ice cream and stuffed it into Riyao's mouth.

"You're still watching."

"Mmm..."

Riyao's mouth was stuffed full, and he couldn't speak at all.

There was so much ice cream that he was spitting out cold air, his mouth was agape and he couldn't close it, and he was burning up from the ice cream.

He gave Mirajane a resentful look.

Mirajane picked up her cup and looked out the window.

What's so interesting outside the window?

Riyao licked his lips, ice cream still clinging to the corner of his mouth.

He reached out and grabbed Mirajane's chin, turned her face towards him, and kissed her.

Mirajane now has an ice cream-shaped lip print on her face.

White, with clear outlines.

Mirajane smiled.

Her smile was exceptionally sweet, so sweet it sent chills down your spine.

She reached under the table and pinched the soft flesh of Riyao's waist with two fingers.

Twist it hard.

Riyao nearly jumped up, and quickly grabbed her hand, begging for mercy.

"I was wrong."

"What's wrong?"

Mirajane tilted her head and looked at him with a smile.

"..."

Riyao opened his mouth.

Silence fell.

How did I unleash such a powerful attack? Where's my rage bar? I need to check my cards! This boss has no sportsmanship!

Opposite.

Lisanna leaned on Elfman's arm and began to act with a grin.

"Elfman, what did you do wrong?"

"A real man never makes a mistake!"

Elfman straightened his back, his tone resolute.

Riyao gave them a disapproving sidelong glance.

"Hiss."

He gasped.

"I feel like I've turned blue."

"What?"

Mirajane's ears twitched, a provocation!

"Too light?"

She increased the pressure on her fingers.

"Ouch!"

Riyao shrank back.

"It's purplish-black now!"

Mirajane paused for a moment before realizing that he had just said "blue," not "light."

She let go of his hand and, feeling a little embarrassed, gently massaged the soft flesh around his waist, her fingertips making light circles.

Did you hear me wrong?

Her voice softened slightly.

You won't blame them, right?

Riyao's lips twitched.

"Well..."

Right?

Mirajane's smile softened further, but her hands didn't stop moving.

Riyao pursed his lips, nodded, and held back his tears.

(´இVanஇ`)

What a painful realization!