The night was quiet, the snow falling softly, covering the ground in a pristine white blanket. You and Levi walked side by side, bundled up against the cold, the cold biting at your skin despite the layers you wore, your breath visible in the crisp air. His white scarf stood out starkly against his dark coat, wrapped snugly around his neck, as he walked a step ahead of you, his boots crunching softly through the freshly fallen snow as the two of you made your way home.

Without making a sound, you bent down, scooping up a handful of snow, quickly forming it into a snowball. A mischievous grin spread across your face, and before you could second-guess yourself, you aimed and sent the snowball flying, hitting Levi square on the shoulder.

He stopped dead in his tracks, his body stiffening as the snow clung to his coat. For a moment, everything went silent. Slowly, almost ominously, he turned his head, his sharp grey eyes narrowing at the spot where the snow had splattered. With a small tch, he brushed the snow off his shoulder.

Levi crouched down without a word, his gloved hands scooping up snow, packing it with careful, precise movements. His calm demeanor made it all the more terrifying as he shaped the snowball. "You really want to start this?" he asked, his tone flat but with a flicker of dry amusement that only served to sharpen the threat in his voice.