Drianna rushed to Youta's side, her concern palpable.
"Is he dead?" Brooks inquired anxiously, his worry mirrored in his tone.
Yuki, her gaze fixed on Youta, turned to Lillian with urgency. "Do something. He's bleeding. Heal him now."
Drianna shook Youta gently, and to their collective relief, he let out a loud snore. It was a sign that he was not only alive but also merely asleep.
"Oh thank god he's sleeping." Drianna thinks to herself.
"That idiot scared me," Brooks remarked, his earlier concern giving way to a mixture of frustration and relief.
Freyja couldn't help but comment, "Oh, really?"
Brooks quickly backtracked, attempting to hide his true feelings. "Wait, what? No, he didn't. I didn't really mean that. Like I care about him. We aren't friends. I hate him, remember?"
"Oh, but you looked like you cared," Freyja retorted with a grin.