Dating Lev means living life a little extra on edge. Not emotionally, of course. He's nothing but open affection, always kissing you a little too enthusiastically and texting you that he just sneezed our coughed. You're actually physically in danger.

He's like a lithium battery charged by caffeine and that title still doesn't do him justice. His long limbs flail, his sneakers always half-untied. It's a high chance that something is going to get knocked over. Maybe even someone, and that someone is him. You had made it a job for yourself to check his shoes every once in a while.

You're meticulous by nature. You have a place for everything. You like knowing where things are, it just makes things easier. You like it when you know exactly where to look for such mundane things like scissors, that one good pen, an extra charger cable. Like it when your blanket is folded nicely and pillows are in place, not stacked in a tower because Lev got creative. and tried to juggle them.

Despite all his klutzy chaos, he's a complete sweetheart. Head over heels for you. He really doesn't mean to leave trails of destruction everywhere he goes. He just gets really excited about you and all the things you do! About the things that you cook, your handwriting, the kind of shows that you watch, and of course, how neat you are.

Trust and believe that he tries. He saw you folding laundry one time. He took a shirt of yours from the pile and tried folding it the way you did. Your hands, so practiced and flowy like clothing was an art to you. He folded the shirt... kind of. One of the sleeves somehow turned inside out. He sweeps, terrible, and once he reorganized the spice rack in your kitchen because he ranked the coolness of the names.

It's not like you could ever be upset at him. Not mad, not the little tinge of annoyance. Not even a scrunch of your nose and furrow of your eyebrows. It's impossible. All you do is look at him in pure amusement. And every time you try to talk it out with him when you made him help you clean up, he just nods and looks at you like the human version of joy, which to him, you are.

There's something between the two of you that fits so perfectly. Maybe it's the clear contrast between the two of you, but hey? Opposites attract, don't they? Lev's spontaneity loosens you up, soothes you in a way. Your smaller stature keeps his taller one standing. Literally.

Most nights are you following around whenever he gets up, a hand ready to reach out whenever something clatters or tips over. He then smiles, all sheepish and big-eyes with his long arms outstretched like he's asking for a hug and forgiveness for his clumsiness at the same time, and just like that, you're done for.

Tonight, he's curled up beside you on your bed, one of his legs dangling off the edge and your huge blanket still somehow being a little too short for the both of you. He's just gazing up at you, head on your chest before he leans up to press a fast kiss to your lips. It kind of scared you.

"Babe," He speaks, and loudly at that. You had thought he was falling asleep with how comfortable he clearly was. But to be fair, you've never seen him take a nap. Or slept in general. "I know I break, like, everything, and I drop a ton of things, sooo how do you put up with me?"