You and Levi were far from being called friends. The short man could walk into a room and instantly piss you off by his breathing alone. You hated each other with an obvious passion. The glares, snippy retorts, and back handed comments were just the tip of the iceberg.

After years of working together, each day you seemed to drift further and further apart. He liked things meticulously clean and you didn’t care about some dust or dirt. Levi liked tea and you liked coffee. He liked to finish work first but you preferred to relax before getting to other things. He preferred quiet and to let his words show through actions, while you were loud, bold and were constantly getting attention. Suffice to say, you butted heads constantly.

Today you were strolling back to headquarters, taking your time enjoying the sun shining in the courtyard. The flowers in bloom, the water glittering as it traveled down the small river. That was before an irritating, grating voice called out to you from behind.

“Oi, brat. Get back to work.” Levi growled as he walked towards the entrance of the building, his fists clenched in annoyance.