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Light did not choose to be here.
He really didn't. He'd rather be home in the comfort of his bed, and as bad as it sounds, doing a little studying before allowing himself to cool off by finishing the newest level he had reached on his console.
But no. It was Alex's fault, insisting that he come with her because 'she didn't want to be alone' as if she didn't have Charli and Jaxx to run around with.
Did she forget how different their social lives were?
His older sister (by a few months) was more on the popular side, she was well known and did cheer among the others girls, except she didn't let her blond box dye sink into her brain. She didn't get the best grades, but she passed with flying B's.
He was the opposite—he was more quiet, and he preferred to blend in with the crowd instead of standing out, there was simply no need for him to. He had a couple friends, like Sora and Luca, and that was kind of all he needed. He didn't need extra attention that would bring along more drama to his life that he was more than happy with.
So why did he agree to come to this house party?
If you asked Light himself, he wouldn't give you an answer. He doesn't even know it himself. Maybe it was a spur of the moment thing, he was stressed so maybe he wanted to get out—let loose for a while.
—
How the hell did he get here?
He sat in a circle among a few other people around the house that were rounded up by Jaxx, and he swore he could feel the eyes of the raven-haired boy sitting a few people on his left from him burning into his side.
That guy, why was he here?
He knew the answer, Levi was popular among the entire school, despite his darker clothing—he was just unfairly good looking. His hair, yet messy, framed his face well. His eyes a deep black, every time they landed on him he wasn't sure whether he wanted to glare or fall into them.
He knew him. The guy kind of followed him around and to be honest, it kind of bothered him at first, but once they started talking, they kind of just got used to each other. He was skeptical at first since their statuses were so different, he doesn't know how to feel still, but everything about their little friendship seemed fine.
His cologne was strong every time he was around, so much so that it imprinted itself into his brain and now that everything he comes across that smells even remotely similar to it, reminds him of Levi.
Oddly enough, it happens too when he sees cat-related things at the mall, or really anywhere that he goes.
Besides all of that, he didn't like wherever this was going. Someone had placed a bottle in the middle of the circle and it seemed everybody had known the game except for him because they had just immediately started without explaining anything.
The smell of alcohol reeked, a scent he couldn't get away from no matter how far he went into the house. He felt a little at ease that he knew some of the people, like his sister, and.. that guy.
(Sora and Jaxx were nowhere to be found, unsurprisingly.)
"Your turn!" A girl beside Light exclaimed, shoving his shoulder to grab his attention. He tore his gaze away from the wall just behind the person across from him and leaned forward on his knees, taking the bottle and flicking his wrist, sending the bottle spinning in it's spot in the middle.
He still had absolutely no clue as to what the hell this spin-the-bottle crap was for. He didn't see people kissing each other (at least not in the circle), so what was happening?
He was about to find out, and with none other than the guy that completely out of his league. The small circle gasped and ooh'd as the tip of the bottle stopped, pointing almost perfectly on the black-haired boy he was thinking of earlier.
The people around him whooped. Light forced his gaze away from the bottle and to look over at Levi. who stared at him with wide eyes, an apologetic glimmer in them, or maybe it was just wishful thinking.
One of the girls laughed, her condescending gaze directed at him. Light could feel his face growing hot in embarrassment. Shame?
"Who even are you?? C'mon Levi, you don't have to-"
Light shot up to his feet, walking around the people before walking over to Levi who was on his feet in an instant as well.
The purple-haired boy wore a determined expression on his face, and for once, Light was glad Levi could read him so well because the next moment, he took his hand in his and led him into the hallway, into a small dim room before closing the door behind him.
"Wh- What are we doing here?" Light stammered out, his eyes widening with panic as he took in their rather small surroundings. What other reason would Levi bring him in her if not to murder him?
"You weren't paying attention at all??" Levi snorted, turning to face the shorter boy. He wore a soft smile on his lips, his eyes crinkling in amusement and fondness.
Light's eyebrows furrowed, the panic in his eyes giving away to confusion. "Uh.. no?"
The taller boy only let out a chuckle, running a hand through his dark strands. "Seven minutes in heaven, you do know what that is, right?"
Oh.
Oh.
"Y- Yeah.." He croaked out, his face aflame as drops his head. He suddenly finds the carpet beneath his sneakers interesting.
"We don't have to do anything if you don't want to." He speaks up, noticing Light's discomfort. He simply lets go of his hand, sliding down against the door behind him to the floor, now suddenly more interested in the rings on his fingers than the boy before him.
Light just gapes. This guy, that has been following him around since the last four months, purposefully flirting, and that he'd only began speaking in those last two months is now just going to sit here and stare at his rings??
He's somewhat relieved, but he can't help the ugly disappointment rising in his chest as he sits down on the carpet himself.
"So.. we just sit here?" He mumbles, sitting criss-crossed as he looks to the taller across from him. Levi has his legs out in front of him, slightly slumped back against the door.
Said boy hums in response, "I'm not gonna do anything you're not comfortable with." he shrugs before Light finally tears his eyes away, realizing how creepy he must be staring at him.
Levi distracts himself with the rings around his fingers, occasionally taking them off and sliding them onto his other fingers, looking at how they might look if he arranges them differently.
"..what if I want to?"
Light's words seemed to just barely reach Levi's ears, his voice so low he almost takes his words for a voice outside—listening intently through the other side of the door. But when Levi looks up, he can't deny the warm feeling in him when Light is looking at him with a slight pout on his soft lips, the way the dim lighting makes the flush on his cheeks look beautiful on him, his gaze undeniably flickering back to him.
"Are.. Are you sure??" He croaks out, clearing his throat before asking again, his ears feel hot when he sees Light nod again.
"Yeah." He says with a bit more confidence this time. Light leans forward on his knees, crawling over to taller before stopping directly in front of him. Their faces a few inches apart.
Levi inhales heavily, and oh god, Light's cologne is so sweet it makes his head hurt, but he doesn't care because of how fucking pretty he looks right now, the dim lighting is doing him justice.
His ears are hot to touch, but it doesn't stop Levi from reaching out and carefully wrapping an arm around Light's waist, allowing him to straddle him. He's careful as he moves forward, using his free hand to cradle Light's face.
Levi notes that his skin is extremely soft as he gently runs his thumb over his cheek, that same pout is still present—his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he pushes out his bottom lip.
"You sure this is—" The question that leaves Levi's lips is promptly answered by Light, with his lips. It takes a moment for Levi to process it but when he does, he immediately sinks into the kiss, his eyes falling closed as his hand slides to cup the back of Light's head.
The kiss is sweet yet firm, Light's soft, plush lips pushing and moving slowly against Levi's slightly chapped ones. And my god, does Levi feel like he's in heaven because this is all he's ever dreamed of.
From the way his stomach swoops, the way his heart aches, the way Light's arms hesitantly snake around his neck, the way he combs his fingers through his soft, dark strands in way that only brings them closer together confirms his thoughts.
Motivated by this, Levi squeezes his arm around Light's waist while he pushes his lips enthusiastically against the shorter's, his hand finding the warm skin of his back under his sweater.
After a few seconds, Light pulls away for a moment, his face unmistakably flushed and embarrassed. He gasps shakily, soaking in the air to fill his lungs.
Before Levi can get a word out, asking if he's okay—Light needly dives back in for more, and Levi can't help the chuckle that escapes his lips at the utter eagerness of the kiss. He happily returns the gesture and holds him against him even tighter.
The demanding confidence from the purple-haired boy was unexpected but not unwelcome, if anything it only egged on Levi's motivation to keep around him. It was really, really nice to see a different side of him.
As they press their lips against each other again and again, The raven-haired boy can't help but realize Light's lips taste somewhat of vanilla, and by no means is he complaining, in fact the taste and softness of his lips only encourage him to persist, using the few minutes left to the fullest.
—
By the time their seven minutes was up, they dutifully headed back to the group circle down the hallway, and of course Levi was immediately bombarded with questions. He simply shrugs them off, explaining that they had just sat there the whole time. And surprisingly enough, they believed him.
Light had sworn they would have been more insisting, but he supposes he's nerdy enough for people around them to believe that nobody like Levi would even dare to get as close as people probably assumed they were.
When the girl on his right spins the bottle, Light can't help but catch Levi's gaze. The raven-haired boy subtly gesturing to his own shirt collar, mirroring Light's and pulling it up. The silent gesture between them makes him relieved that despite that heated moment, he had left it somewhere where nobody but them would've been able to see.
*
The next morning, Levi wakes up to about a million endless text messages from Alex, questioning the hickey on her brother's neck.
He simply turns on DND and falls back asleep.
Back at home, Light retorts her question with one he has himself—more specifically about the fact that when he went up to her room to wake her up for breakfast, he found Charli lying beside her, very cozily too, if he recalls correctly.
She launches her fork at him.