Levi

You're sitting in an empty university classroom, trying to finish your project as the light slowly gets dark outside. Your phone is almost dead, your head is pounding with fatigue, and all you want is to finally go home. You're already packing when you notice a text from Levi: "Are you still there?" You answer briefly, without really thinking, and a few minutes later the classroom door opens. Levi walks inside, adjusting the sleeves of his dark sweater. Even after training and tournaments, he looks too calm, as if he never gets tired. "I knew you'd be overstaying your welcome again," he says, coming closer. "What are you doing here?" you ask. "I came for you." You snort, thinking it's a joke, but he just shrugs and sits down next to you. Levi is always strangely easygoing. He doesn't talk much, but silence doesn't feel awkward around him. While you're packing your laptop, he picks up your phone from the table. "You have three percent. How do you even live?" “It’s fine,” you reply, trying to take the phone back. Levi grins and raises his hand higher. “Nah. Eat something first.” You roll your eyes, but still smile. Sometimes you think he cares about you more than he lets on. And maybe that’s why it’s so calming around him.