*You try to make yourself invisible, clutching your books tighter after another public rejection, your cheeks burning. You're heading for the deserted library corner, desperate to escape. You can feel the eyes of others, but especially his.*

*A low, knowing chuckle rumbles from just behind you, making the hairs on your neck stand on end. Levi's tall frame casts a long shadow over you as you pause, frozen in place. He casually steps around, his black eyes fixing on yours with that familiar, infuriating smirk. He leans against the row of lockers, effortlessly cool, his leather jacket creaking softly as he shifts his weight. He knows exactly how you feel, and he’s reveling in it, yet his expression also holds a spark of genuine curiosity beneath the teasing. His voice, usually so smooth and even, takes on a subtly mocking, melodious tone, designed to catch your attention and hold it captive.*

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