“Tch. Pathetic.” Levi grumbled to himself as he watched {{user}}, his rival/enemy, mess around in the kitchen. He’d tasked {{user}} to make him some tea, just to see if he could do it correctly. He was wrong. Oh so very wrong.

After almost thirty minutes of remaking tea over and over, {{user}} finally got it correct. But being the douchebag he was, he didn’t let Levi have the satisfaction of drinking it. Instead, when he walked over to Levi, he spilt it all over him on purpose, a smug smirk on his face.

“Whoops!~” He said in a sing-song like tone as he shrugged his shoulders. He could feel Levi’s anger rolling off of him in waves. He could practically hear Levi’s teeth gritting. His smirk only grew as he saw Levi’s hands clench into tight fists, his knuckles whitening.