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The constant scratching sound of pencil-on-paper irked you to your last nerve. You would’ve punched whoever held the wooden tool if it wasn’t yourself. Was it possible to punch yourself and not feel anything? Maybe you should try… No wait, stay on task.

Why was college not like they said it would be in the movies? With parties and friends and clubs and freedom. What a lie. Your desk was overflowing with papers and notebooks, scattered papers and splayed open folders. God, if he saw this room he’d flip his shit.

“(Name)? You back yet?”

Speak of the devil…

Your door swung open, a hand grasping the doorknob before the wood hit the wall behind. You attempted to look as if you were actually working, bending over your mounds of paper. Beginning to scribble down a random answer to the complicated math problem, you heard a light groan come from behind.

“This place is a fucking mess.”

“I’ve noticed,” you responded, turning around. Levi gave you a soft glare, crossing his arms over his chest. He leaned forward, swiftly pressing his lips to your forehead.

You met Levi on the very first day of college. You bumped into him while running late to your morning class. You spilled all of your books on him, even your large coffee you oh-so desperately needed to survive that first day. To be fair, you didn’t sleep much the night before due to worrying so much. And, he was listening to some music too, if he might've noticed you. It seemed after that little coincidence, you bumped into each other a lot more.

He intrigued you. The way his onyx locks fell perfectly over his forehead, the way his steely grey eyes moved around as if he were inspecting every little detail of the area. He was so mysterious, so irresistibly mysterious. He didn’t seem to care much about the whole idea of school, but nevertheless got outstanding grades. He looked so bored with everything, but maybe that’s what got you curious enough to ask him to tutor you. Then one thing led to another… It was almost an officially-unofficial relationship.

“Maybe if you give me a few more kisses, I can work faster,” you suggested, grasping his hand before he could walk out of the horrid scene before him.

He arched an eyebrow. “How about you just finish already? And do a good job,” he said. Before he pulled away, he narrowed his eyes slightly at your features.

“What is it?” you questioned, innocently wiping the back of your hand over your mouth. Sometimes sweets helped you concentrate, and you may have gotten a bit carried away with it.

Levi took a few steps forward, sitting on his knees so he could look up at your seated figure. He trailed the pad of his thumb under your eye, brows slightly furrowed. “Have you been working into the nights?” he questioned.

You shrugged slightly. “A little.” He didn’t look too convinced. “Three in the morning counts as ‘a little’, right?” you said with a nervous laugh.

Levi sighed, standing back up. “I told you not to do that anymore, idiot.”

You glared up at him. “Well, how else am I supposed to finish my work? I can’t just show up and say ‘Oh, sorry, I got tired and I wanted to sleep,’ it doesn’t work like that, and you know it.”

Levi went to the other side of the room, pulling a chair over beside you. He straddled the seat, crossing his arms over the back of the chair. “Fine. Let me help you then,” he said bluntly.

You let out a scoff. “I thought you didn’t like school,” you said, reaching into your bag for a few more papers and an extra pencil.

“I like you, though,” he retorted with a smirk.

“You’re a dork," you muttered, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Gladly,” he replied. He scooted the chair closer, taking one of the papers from your grasp. “I’m a year ahead of you anyway, I know this stuff,” he added.

Levi sat with you for about three hours, helping you out with your work. He improved your vocabulary with a writing assignment, he explained a few scientific experiments to you, he corrected your little mistakes in algebra, he helped you with a poster-board of the world map on it. Who knew he was actually really good at this?

“There you go. You’re done now. It would've taken you twice as long without me,” he said, leaning back. He stretched his arms over his head, a soft groan escaping his lips.

You sighed with a smile, pecking his cheek. “Thank you, Levi,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around his neck as you rest your head on his shoulder.

Levi hesitantly draped his arm over you, kissing the top of your head. “Only to make you happy, stupid,” he responded. A comfortable silence settled between you two, your small lamp illuminating your features. It was rare to have a little moment like this, so peaceful without any stress.

Levi suddenly pulled away, standing up. “Alright, get up.”

“Eh? Why?” you said, almost falling over your desk in the process of ungracefully standing.

“You need a little break,” he said, grabbing his jacket and flinging it over his shoulders. When you gave him an odd look, he simply rolled his eyes. “I’m taking you out to dinner. Are you coming or not?”

You were silent for a moment. “Are you going to yell at the waiter if he looks at me to ask for my order?” you asked, a small smirk on your lips.

Levi mumbled under his breath and swung his arm over your shoulders. “Only if he stares at you for more than five seconds, I will. And I thought we agrees to never speak of that again,” he said. You rolled your eyes, giving him a light nudge. He nudged you in return, giving your lips a gentle kiss.

“So I’m guessing you’re going to be my tutor from now on?”

“Maybe if you clean up that damn room of yours.”

Description
The constant scratching sound of pencil-on-paper irked you to your last nerve. You would’ve punched whoever held the wooden tool if it wasn’t yourself. Was it possible to punch yourself and not feel anything? Maybe you should try… No wait, stay on task.

Why was college not like they said it would be in the movies? With parties and friends and clubs and freedom. What a lie. Your desk was overflowing with papers and notebooks, scattered papers and splayed open folders. God, if he saw this room he’d flip his shit.

“(Name)? You back yet?”

Speak of the devil…

Your door swung open, a hand grasping the doorknob before the wood hit the wall behind. You attempted to look as if you were actually working, bending over your mounds of paper. Beginning to scribble down a random answer to the complicated math problem, you heard a light groan come from behind.

“This place is a fucking mess.”

“I’ve noticed,” you responded, turning around. Levi gave you a soft glare, crossing his arms over his chest. He leaned forward, swiftly pressing his lips to your forehead.

You met Levi on the very first day of college. You bumped into him while running late to your morning class. You spilled all of your books on him, even your large coffee you oh-so desperately needed to survive that first day. To be fair, you didn’t sleep much the night before due to worrying so much. And, he was listening to some music too, if he might've noticed you. It seemed after that little coincidence, you bumped into each other a lot more.

He intrigued you. The way his onyx locks fell perfectly over his forehead, the way his steely grey eyes moved around as if he were inspecting every little detail of the area. He was so mysterious, so irresistibly mysterious. He didn’t seem to care much about the whole idea of school, but nevertheless got outstanding grades. He looked so bored with everything, but maybe that’s what got you curious enough to ask him to tutor you. Then one thing led to another… It was almost an officially-unofficial relationship.

“Maybe if you give me a few more kisses, I can work faster,” you suggested, grasping his hand before he could walk out of the horrid scene before him.

He arched an eyebrow. “How about you just finish already? And do a good job,” he said. Before he pulled away, he narrowed his eyes slightly at your features.

“What is it?” you questioned, innocently wiping the back of your hand over your mouth. Sometimes sweets helped you concentrate, and you may have gotten a bit carried away with it.

Levi took a few steps forward, sitting on his knees so he could look up at your seated figure. He trailed the pad of his thumb under your eye, brows slightly furrowed. “Have you been working into the nights?” he questioned.

You shrugged slightly. “A little.” He didn’t look too convinced. “Three in the morning counts as ‘a little’, right?” you said with a nervous laugh.

Levi sighed, standing back up. “I told you not to do that anymore, idiot.”

You glared up at him. “Well, how else am I supposed to finish my work? I can’t just show up and say ‘Oh, sorry, I got tired and I wanted to sleep,’ it doesn’t work like that, and you know it.”

Levi went to the other side of the room, pulling a chair over beside you. He straddled the seat, crossing his arms over the back of the chair. “Fine. Let me help you then,” he said bluntly.

You let out a scoff. “I thought you didn’t like school,” you said, reaching into your bag for a few more papers and an extra pencil.

“I like you, though,” he retorted with a smirk.

“You’re a dork," you muttered, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Gladly,” he replied. He scooted the chair closer, taking one of the papers from your grasp. “I’m a year ahead of you anyway, I know this stuff,” he added.

Levi sat with you for about three hours, helping you out with your work. He improved your vocabulary with a writing assignment, he explained a few scientific experiments to you, he corrected your little mistakes in algebra, he helped you with a poster-board of the world map on it. Who knew he was actually really good at this?

“There you go. You’re done now. It would've taken you twice as long without me,” he said, leaning back. He stretched his arms over his head, a soft groan escaping his lips.

You sighed with a smile, pecking his cheek. “Thank you, Levi,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around his neck as you rest your head on his shoulder.

Levi hesitantly draped his arm over you, kissing the top of your head. “Only to make you happy, stupid,” he responded. A comfortable silence settled between you two, your small lamp illuminating your features. It was rare to have a little moment like this, so peaceful without any stress.

Levi suddenly pulled away, standing up. “Alright, get up.”

“Eh? Why?” you said, almost falling over your desk in the process of ungracefully standing.

“You need a little break,” he said, grabbing his jacket and flinging it over his shoulders. When you gave him an odd look, he simply rolled his eyes. “I’m taking you out to dinner. Are you coming or not?”

You were silent for a moment. “Are you going to yell at the waiter if he looks at me to ask for my order?” you asked, a small smirk on your lips.

Levi mumbled under his breath and swung his arm over your shoulders. “Only if he stares at you for more than five seconds, I will. And I thought we agrees to never speak of that again,” he said. You rolled your eyes, giving him a light nudge. He nudged you in return, giving your lips a gentle kiss.

“So I’m guessing you’re going to be my tutor from now on?”

“Maybe if you clean up that damn room of yours.”