Leave It To Me

Crunch. Crunch.

Atticus watched on as a figure once considered the best talent an entire race had to offer focused intently on the cliché love drama playing on the screen before him.

Atticus didn't say anything. He simply released a bit of his presence, and it was as though a tide had slammed into the three apexes.

They turned sharply, already on their feet.

"Atticus?" Lirae asked, confused. None of them had felt his presence until now. When did he enter?

Atticus sighed as Maera moved toward him, arms spread. At this point, it had become normal. 

He rarely showed up in front of them, but when he did, especially when it involved spending time with Anastasia, Maera always greeted him with a hug.

Her petite and innocently oblivious expression always made it hard for him to refuse. And to make it worse, he never failed to catch the teasing look Anastasia gave him every time.