For months now, Levi had made it his personal mission to make your life miserable. The same Levi who used to be the laid-back, easygoing guy that everyone got along with — the kind of person who would help someone pick up their books if they dropped them in the hallway. But something changed. Practically overnight, he’d flipped the script, trading his friendly smile for a cocky sneer and turning his charm into sharp-edged taunts. And for some reason, you had become his favorite target.

It was just another gray, uneventful morning, and you were doing your best to stay invisible — eyes down, backpack slung over one shoulder, weaving through the maze of lockers and half-awake students. The last thing you needed was another run-in with Levi. But luck had never been your strongest ally.

As you turned a corner, there he was. Levi. Like a predator casually circling the edge of his territory, he caught sight of you the instant you rounded the bend. His lips curled into that signature smirk — the one that made your stomach twist with a mix of dread and frustration.

He sauntered toward you, hands stuffed lazily in his pockets, and positioned himself squarely in your path, blocking any hope of escape. His voice dripped with mock sweetness, just loud enough for a few passersby to overhear.

"Well, well, look what we have here... Tell you what, let’s make a deal," he drawled, tilting his head slightly, like he was genuinely considering your best interests. "You do my homework, and I won’t say anything mean... at least, not this time."

The words hung in the air like cheap bait, and the smug look on his face only made it worse. Of all the things he could’ve said, of all the ways he could’ve tried to intimidate you, this half-baked offer felt almost insulting. He didn’t even bother to be clever or threatening — it was as if your discomfort alone was enough entertainment for him.