𝐓𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑 | 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧

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SHOCKINGLY, Y/N DIDN'T SLEEP AT all that night, waking the next morning with minimal knowledge over whatever the hell she'd been studying previously, and instead the warm feeling of Levi's slightly cracked lips gently pressing into her temple was all that was on her mind.

Leaving her apartment with her Science notes clasped to her chest for study on the bus, she wasn't sure whether to be disappointed or relieved when there was no sign of her neighbour  – he must have left early. The whole way to school, even as her mind was racing to take in the information that had completely deserted her memory, she could not stop noticing the feeling that was currently encapsulating her. 

It wasn't so much a disappointment, and it wasn't full-on panicked butterflies in the stomach, but more an emptiness caused by the inability to acutely feel everything she wanted to at once. Y/N had basically surpassed the capacities of human emotion, and was so overwhelmed by every thought speeding through her, fuelled by the racing of her heart, that she was just ... blank.

This needs to be sorted out.

She felt as though everything should've been different when she got to school – after the revelation of the guy she liked kissing her forehead, surely something had to have changed. But it was still the same old school with the same old people, hundreds of them going about days she had no clue about.