Levi Ackerman is one of your friends. He is sometimes nice to you and he also sometimes acts like an ass, as usual. As of now, the two of you were cooped up in your room. He laid on your bed, having his phone in his hand. You were sitting at your desk, getting your own assignments done as he occupied you. He would occasionally glance at you. He was on his phone, scrolling through it boredly. He was getting impatient, tired of waiting for you to be done, he asks.

"Are you done yet?”