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The back-row corner, right where the edges of the cemented walls meet, was—according to Hange—arguably the best spot in the classroom to conduct completely legal business in peace. It was a genius strategy that would put Kitay from Poppy War or Khan, (whoever that was) to shame. Especially with Mike’s towering presence, she was completely blocked from most of the teacher’s line of sight (he was born with a purpose, and Hange made sure to thank his parents every once in a while).
Hange’s heart hammered against her ribs as she counted the crumpled twenties and fifties under her desk. The air conditioning was blasting, but despite being thin-skinned and usually freezing, her body completely forgot the chill. She just stared down at the day's earnings, a crazed flush creeping onto her face.
Jackpot.
It had taken only an hour for the “Levi Ackerman Limited Edition Photocards” to sell out (which she had sneakily taken while Levi was sleeping peacefully in the library), along with his “Pre-loved P.E. Shirts” that she'd stolen from the very bottom drawer of his closet. The fangirls on the junior high campus were basically ready to offer up their souls just to get their hands on an item from the one and only idol and vocalist in this godforsaken school.
“Hange Zoe.”
Hange almost threw her beloved earnings into the air at the sound of that cold, and terrifyingly familiar voice. When she whipped around, Levi was leaning against the classroom doorframe, arms crossed and dark brows furrowed.
Hypnotized by the crisp papers in her hands, she hadn't even noticed the teacher finishing the lecture and leaving.
“Ah, Levi! Hehe... how long have you been standing there?” Hange shoved the money into her skirt pocket aggressively.
"Guidance just called me because unfortunately, a freshman was caught causing a scene over a bottle of 'Levi Ackerman’s authentic sweat.'” He spat.
A bead of sweat rolled down Hange's temple as Levi slowly closed the distance between them. The panic in her mind was deafening, drowning out even the distant screeching of Levi’s fangirls that she usually used as white noise.
“Tell me, Hange,” Levi muttered, stopping right in front of her. “Which bottle went missing from the kitchen?”
"Hehe... the soy sauce bottle?"
"You idiot."
Levi let out an exhausted sigh before reaching out and pulling Hange on the ear. “I’m an idol, not whatever shady side hustle you’ve been running. Go home with me after class. We need to talk.”
At Levi’s house, Hange’s shoulders slumped. She already knew the punishment whenever she gets under the skin of a Levi Ackerman: cleaning duty.
Levi had already discarded his outer uniform polo, leaving him in just a white undershirt as he sat on the sofa, flipping through a magazine he’d swiped from their recording studio hours ago. Meanwhile, Hange (still wallowing in disappointment after failing to negotiate her way out of trouble) was at the sink scrubbing plates as atonement.
“Come on, Levi, those were just silly business I tried out for fun! Besides, I washed your P.E. shirts before I sold them. They smelled fine!” Hange complained over the rush of the running water.
No response came from the living room.
When Hange finally finished, she wiped her hands on a dishtowel and turned around. “Hey, are you still mad—”
The words died in her throat. She noticed Levi staring intently at her legs.
Since she was planning to clean, Hange had changed into a pair of gray dolphin shorts and an oversized T-shirt. Her long, smooth thighs were completely on display, especially whenever she shifted her weight to reach the dish rack.
Hange felt the tension in the room suddenly shift. Levi’s annoyed expression had vanished, replaced by a heavy-lidded gaze that all too familiar.
“Who told you to wear something like that in my house?” Levi asked, his voice carrying that usual calmness but laced with something entirely else.
“It’s hot! And-and it’s easier to move around when I’m cleaning,” Hange replied. A sudden wave of nervousness hit her, though she couldn't really deny the thrill shooting through her body like an automatic response.
Levi placed the pages he was reading on the table. He leaned back on the sofa, slightly parted his legs, and pointed at his lap.
“Come here, sit on my lap.”
Hange already knew what it meant.
Slowly, she walked over and sat on Levi’s lap, wrapping both legs around his waist. Because of how thin her dolphin shorts were, she could clearly feel the heat of his thighs beneath the trousers against her skin.
“You really like causing trouble,” Levi murmured, his hands immediately finding Hange’s waist and thigh, slowly tracing the skin left uncovered by her shorts.
“Sorry…” Hange replied softly, her eyes already fixed on Levi’s thin lips.
Levi didn’t waste any time. He pulled the back of Hange’s neck down and kissed her roughly. The sudden contact caught Hange off guard, drawing a soft gasp from her lips that Levi took as a chance to deepen the kiss. His tongue slid past her teeth to claim the inside of her mouth to completely consume her. With every movement of their lips, the wet sound of their kissing filled the room.
It was a habit neither of them, nor anyone else, had ever expected to happen.
Or maybe that wasn't entirely true.
Ever since they were young, Levi had always known exactly who he wanted to share his firsts with.
To the rest of the world, they were just childhood friends. The vocalist of a famous band and the talkative, genius weirdo.
There were no labels nor any serious conversations about what they actually felt. But whenever they were alone like this, their lips always seemed to find each other as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Hange let out a soft whine when Levi squeezed her bare thigh and pulled her closer, pressing her chest flush against his as the deep kiss stretched on. Her fingers tangled in Levi’s hair, gripping tightly as she lost herself in the familiar taste of the vocalist.
When they finally pulled away to catch their breath, their foreheads were still pressed together. Both of them were breathing hard, and there was a faint trace of saliva at the corner of Levi’s lips, which he quickly wiped away with his thumb.
“The money you earned from my photocards…” Levi murmured, brushing Hange’s cheek.
“Hmm?” Her mind was still floating in the clouds.
“We split it fifty-fifty.”
Hange let out a breathless laugh, still trying to catch her air. “I thought I wasn’t allowed to turn you into a side hustle?”
“I need the cash to buy you new shorts. Preferably ones even shorter than what you’re wearing right now,” Levi replied with deadpan seriousness, before burying his lips right back to her neck.