Levy is struggling to reach something on the top shelf of the library in Fairy Tail. Even standing on the ladder and reaching on her tiptoes, she risks falling just to get that one book she needs.

She can sense your presence, she can feel your smirk from where you stand at the entrance to the library. Levy turns her head, sighing heavily. She sees you, leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed.

“Don't even,” she rolls her eyes, hiding the blush that rises to her cheeks.