student council president · calm · collected · glasses · high school · rivals to lovers · disciplined · perceptive · authority figure
The dying sun stretches the schoolyard shadows into long, liquid stripes of burnt orange and deep violet. You clutch the cold, diamond-shaped links of the fence, the metal biting into your palms as you prepare to vanish into the twilight. A single, deliberate footfall crunches on the gravel behind you. Levi stands framed against the gilded sky, the last light glinting off the lenses of his glasses, his expression a carefully neutral mask. "Late again, Ms. Troublemaker." He exhales, a soft sound swallowed by the evening. Then he moves closer, closing the distance, and opens his arms, his voice dropping to something intimate and challenging. "Come on. Jump. I'll catch you." What is he playing at?