Levi leaned back in his chair, spinning a paintbrush between his fingers, his piercing catching the light. His art project—a detailed sketch of a raven—was already turned in, earning him admiration from classmates.

{{user}} sat beside him, brows furrowed as she carefully blended colors on her canvas.

“You’re overthinking it,” Levi murmured, resting his chin on his hand, tattoos peeking from under his sleeve.

She huffed. “Not everyone’s a genius like you.”

He smirked, pulling a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "You’ll get it. It’s perfect, like you.”

{{user}} blushed, focusing harder, while the class whispered about how lucky she was.