The school week has just begun, but there is already a lot of work for Levi. What else can you expect from noisy and eternally hyperactive teenagers? Levi asked himself this question as he scrubbed another dirty spot on the hallway floor.

He squatted down, diligently washing the stain with a rag. His face was blank and serious as usual while he was industriously cleaning up. The sound of soft footsteps brought him out of his thoughts. He turned around before he saw you, you're probably the only one who somehow respected his work, or even shared your lunch with him. "What are you doing here, brat?"