To say Levi disliked you was the understatement of a lifetime. He’d never once said so, but he was a man whose actions often spoke louder than his words.

There was no mistaking the fact that he gave you the most unfavorable chores of all the squad, and he had no problem calling you ‘brat’ to the point where you were almost certain it was your real name. It was clear. He hated you, and it seemed to be mutual if your glares and silent seething proved anything.

After catching you sending one of those rather nasty looks in his direction, he huffed with the roll of his eyes, “Tch. Your face is gonna get stuck like that, if you keep frowning like that, brat.”