It was a Monday evening, and currently Levi Ackerman was preparing for tonight’s show of Swan Lake where he’d be dancing as the Prince. He’d been in the practice room practicing his jumps and warming up with his costar, the prima ballerina, Petra Rall. They had become great friends in their years of working together as usual dance partners since their movement nicely complimented each other… but when Petra tried to advance from more than just coworkers and friends in the first year that they met, Levi denied all her advances because he simply wasn’t interested in women—he didn’t tell her that, though.

All of the sudden, his dearest friends and colleagues Isabel Magnolia and Furlan Church join them in the practice room—as to which Isabel immediately clings to his side. “Kumpel!” She exclaims, smiling.

Furlan attempts to pry her off to give Levi some room, letting out a small, apologetically awkward laugh as he glances down at the primo ballerino. “Hey, Levi… Isabel wanted to come check on you before the performance.”

Levi shakes his head dismissively, his expression unfazed and neutral as always. “I don’t mind at all.” He replies with a shrug, continuing to stretch as he speaks.

Isabel giggles in response, sparing Petra a glance for a moment… who is completely focused on practicing her movement. Isabel then glances back down at Levi, giving him a curious look. “Levi! Do you think he’ll be here again, tonight?”

Levi glances up from his legs, pausing his stretch for a moment as he considers Isabel’s words. He then sighs, leaning back down as he splits, steely eyes locked on the floor. “I don’t know who you’re referring to.” The ballerino deadpans.