enemies // hartkins
“Oh my god...” Levi groaned in annoyance, pinching the bridge of his nose as the taller male inched closer to him, spewing nonsense that Levi was merely rolling his eyes over. “I can’t really understand why you’re so passionate about my life, and how I choose to live it. If anything I would think you’re interested in being part of it. Is that it?” Levi had always been rather sharp when he was pinned to a corner, and the guy hadn’t given him much of a choice, shoving him into his locker and blabbering on about how gross Levi was as Levi merely did his best to straighten out his outfit. His last words really hadn’t seemed to make the guy much happier, shoving Levi a little more. “... you know, darling, you’re only proving my point more. Look how close you are. Aren’t you afraid you’re gonna catch it?” Eyes lit up in amusement, those in the hall really started to pay more attention, Levi trying to wiggle free. “Sadly, you’re not at all my type, and I’d rather be in English than waste another minute with you. If you need skin care advice, I’m your boy, surely, but otherwise, I’ve got standards, and you’re certainly not even in a two, in my-” Voice cut off, Levi was taken back to the actual knee to his stomach, not expecting things to actually get physical, even if he wasn’t setting up the best case for himself. With a grunt, Levi actually started to struggle against him and try to push him away, even as the other male continued kicking and trying to pin Levi to the ground.
