#acting like i was weighing the pros and cons of slicing open my arm. please

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It's honestly soul crushing to be met again and again with people's blatant disappointment that you don't "know better" than to submit to your own black-and-white thinking. "I thought you were smarter than that" comments. Like surprise i'm dumber than you thought and it's also a reflex

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⚘ A Sick Ride (Tobio Kageyama)

Genre: Slice of Life, Fluff, AU

Word Count: 3,332

Pairing: Reader x Kageyama

World: Haikyuu!!

Prompt(s): A is sick and B takes care of them. / “Checkmate, sweetheart.” / Uber Driver AU

Author’s Note: This was written for the weekly-prompt (08/26/20) over on @hqbookclub​ ‘s discord server – you should check it out if you haven’t ;)

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Being an uber driver came with its fair share of headaches, but the pros heavily outweighed the cons. You were your own boss, working when you chose to rather than being stuck to a schedule, and if you didn’t want to drive someone because they were being a jerk, you didn’t have to. Most of the time, your clients were kind and respectful, keeping to themselves or making small talk, and the tips were great. Your rating on the app was above average because of this, but not top notch because you weren’t afraid to tell people off when they acted stupid.

Most of your clientele were repeat customers that appreciated your work ethic and professionalism, so they specifically requested you whenever possible. Because of this, you stopped taking new customers so you could focus on your repeat customers. One of the biggest clients that you dealt with was a man named Kageyama Tobio who, despite being fresh out of high school, was on a professional volleyball team representing Japan at the Olympics. He lived in a penthouse in Tokyo and clearly had more money than he knew what to do with, judging by how he tips without even counting the amount of money he offered you. He was a silent customer, preferring to keep to himself and get some rest between his interviews and practice games, which was fine with you.

You pulled up outside the penthouse, pulling out your phone to let him know that you were waiting outside and, like always, he responded with one word. You glanced at the sky, seeing the dark clouds rolling in. It was super humid outside, the summer heat nearly unbearable. The AC in the car wasn’t nearly as cold as usual because of it, but it was better than nothing.

The back door was pulled open, Kageyama practically throwing himself into the backseat. You glanced at him through the rear view mirror and frowned, turning in your seat to get a better look at him. His face was unusually pale, dark bags sitting beneath his bloodshot eyes, and the tip of his nose was bright red. He looked like absolute hell.

“Kageyama -”

“I’m going to be late,” he mumbled under his breath, body slumping down against the seat as he closed his eyes.

Chewing on your lip, you reluctantly started the GPS and pulled away from the curb. The ride was silent, broken only by the sound of the AC working hard to keep the car cool, and you found yourself glancing back at him every few minutes, but he didn’t shift from his position once. When you reached the office building where his next interview would be taking place, you parked the car and glanced back at him.

“We’re here,” you stated, but he didn’t move, making you turn in your seat. “Kageyama?” You reached out to him, feeling heat pouring off of his skin before you even made contact. When your fingers touched his forehead, your eyes widened. ‘He has a serious fever. Shit, what do I do?’ You turned back around, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel as you looked at the building. ‘He’s certainly not up for an interview…’ After a couple minutes of internally debating with yourself, you put the car in drive and headed back the way you had come.

Thunder began to rumble overhead as you got closer to the penthouse, rattling the windows of the car. Rather than pulling up at the front of the building like you normally would, you pulled into the parking garage where you came to a stop in front of the metal arm. The old man sitting in the booth started toward you, so you rolled the window down with a soft smile. “Good afternoon.”

“Afternoon.” He smiled back, tipping the hat he wore that matched his security uniform. “Are you here to visit someone? I’ll have to call up to them to verify.”

“Ah, no, actually…” You cleared your throat, a bead of nervous sweat rolling down your cheek. “I’m an uber driver that came here to pick up Kageyama-san, but he passed out in the backseat.”

The man tilted his body forehead to look into the back of the car, lips tugging downward. “I keep telling that boy he’s going to work himself to death. I saw him this morning and told him he looked sickly but he just waved me off.” He straightened his back with a huff, moving his hand as if he were swiping at an invisible fly. “I’ll let you through. Make sure he gets to his suite safely, you hear? Suite 305 on the eight floor.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you.” You nodded, turning your attention in front of you as the metal arm slowly started to rise up, allowing you to drive through the opening into the garage. You took the first available space before turning off the engine, dropping your keys into your pocket. As you headed for the opposite side of the car, your eyes scanned the garage, looking for someone that might be able to offer some assistance, but that level was empty. Thunder rumbled again, louder and stronger as the first signs of rain began to tumble from the sky.

You pulled the back door open, gently shaking his shoulder. “Kageyama-san. I know you don’t feel good but please wake up.”

A barely audible whine passed his lips, but he didn’t wake from his slumber, making you hang your head. You couldn’t just leave him in the car, he needed to get into bed so he could recover, but you were worried about your ability to carry him. Now, you had been on the wrestling team back in high school, so you were naturally stronger than the average person, but that was nearly three years ago and you certainly hadn’t kept up with your training in that time. Bringing your hand to your chin, your eyes scanned his body. Despite the slightly baggy clothes he wore, you knew that the volleyball player was mostly muscle and you imagined he probably weighed around a hundred and sixty pounds or so.

‘I can totally do this.’ With a nod, you carefully unbuckled his seat belt, having to hold him up so his body wouldn’t slump farther into the car. “I’m just putting this out there, if you want to wake up just long enough to help me out here, that’s be great.” But still, he did not stir. “Okay, fine. Be that way.”

With a huff, you brought his body closer to the edge of the seat, sliding your arms beneath his body. You originally wanted to carry him on your back, but getting him there seemed much more dangerous than you originally thought. ‘Guess he’s gonna be a princess today. Remember to lift with your legs,’ you grunted at his weight, but it was doable. Your arms would hate you later for it, but you felt confident that they could handle it long enough to get him upstairs.

Once he was out of the car, you kicked the door shut and headed for the elevator, having to bend your body so you could tap the button with your knuckle. It seemed to descend at the pace of a slug that had eaten its fill of your grandma’s plant, but it finally arrived with a ding, the doors sliding open. As you stepped inside, Kageyama shifted closer to you, his face falling against your neck as his long gingers clutched at your shirt, soft mumbles passing his lips. Heat rushed to your face, but you convinced yourself that it was just because of his flushed skin pressed against your own and not because you were currently carrying a very attractive celebrity athlete.

It was a struggle to press the eighth floor because it was higher than where your hands currently sat, but with some mild determination and a threat to ‘smash the button so many times it will forget its purpose’, you finally managed it, releasing a sigh as you leaned back against the wall. ‘What has my life become?’ You wondered, your eyes trained on the red digits above the door, slowly climbing toward the number eight. ‘He is my best customer, after all. I think his tips alone have earned a little special treatment. Besides, I’m just going to drop him off and then leave, he’ll never even know.’

The elevator lurched to a stop, dinging loudly as the doors slowly slid open and you stepped out, scanning the long hallway. ‘Let’s see, that one says 310 – 315.’ Your eyes shifted to the left. ‘And that one says 300 – 309.’ You started down the left side of the hallway, having to stop so you could readjust the man in your arms, which were quickly going numb.

At the realization, you walked a bit faster, eyes scanning the golden engraved plates by each door until you found the one you were looking for, but there was a problem. ‘How in the nine hells am I supposed to get inside?’ You glanced at the man, feeling your face grow hot again at the mere thought of rifling through his pockets, but… what choice did you have?

The door down the hall creaked open and then closed a moment later, a woman in her early sixties stepping out into the hall pushing a cleaning cart. She paused when she saw you, suspicious because she knew every single person that lived or worked on the first ten floors and she had never once seen you before.

You cleared your throat, forcing a smile that you hoped didn’t appear guilty. “Hello! My, uhm… friend lives here but he kind of overworked himself and passed out, would it be possible to open the door for me so I can put him to bed?”

For a moment, she just stood there, her narrowed eyes darting between you and the navy haired male, and then without a word, she pulled a set of keys from her pocket, approaching the door. You stepped back to give her room, wishing she would move a little bit faster because you didn’t know how much longer your arms would hold up.

When she finally got the door open, she paused, her narrowed eyes returning to your face. You shifted awkwardly, feeling as if she were looking into your very soul. Finally, her lips parted and she said in a raspy voice, “Take care of that idiotic blueberry.”

You blinked in surprise, watching as she returned to her cart and continued down the hall, knocking on the next door down before entering. ‘What a strange woman.’ You shook your head, stepping into the cool apartment. It was fairly modern, with very little decorations – and the few posters that he did have were all volleyball related. There was a small hallway just inside the door that opened up into a large area, the kitchen on the left with a small island and the living room on the right. The general colors of the place were white and grey, with a couple of other neutral or dark tones splashed in here and there. Beyond the kitchen was a short hallway that held three doors and since the first door was cracked open, you checked that one first.

‘Score!’ You grinned, stepping into the room and using your elbow to flip the switch, bathing the room with a soft yellow glow. Unlike the other room, his bedroom featured dark blues and greys, his sheets the same color as his hair. You gently laid him down, releasing a sigh of relief for your arms, which shook lightly from the horror that they had been subjected to. ‘Now I can leave and get back to work,’ you thought, turning toward the door, but something made you pause and look back at him. His breathing was heavy, mouth parted because he couldn’t get air through his nose. His face was a deep shade of red, a thin sheen of sweat dripping down his skin. You honestly felt bad just leaving him like that. ‘Damn you, Y/N, and your empathy!’

With a groan of frustration, you left the room to search the bathroom for a thermometer, but there was none there. Instead, you grabbed a washcloth from the rack bolted to the wall and headed into the kitchen, running it under cold water before wringing it out. You checked the cabinets and then the drawers, finally finding the thermometer in the junk drawer. You took the cap off, running it under hot water for a moment before drying it with a paper towel and heading back to his bedroom.

First, you folded the towel and set it across his forehead before carefully setting the tip of the thermometer into his mouth, forcing his mouth closed until it started to beep. ‘103° F… damn. I can’t really do anything until he wakes up.’

The phone within his coat pocket started to buzz loudly, making the boy stir in his sleep, a groan leaving his lips. You pulled the phone from his pocket, seeing the name Sawako Akimi flashing across the screen. Your thumb lowered only to lift again as you debated on whether or not to answer the phone, but then it stopped ringing, only for a text message to come through from the same person.

• ‘Where in the world are you, Tobio?’

You frowned at the use of his first name, but you knew it made sense that he would have a girlfriend considering how attractive and successful he is at such a young age. Before you could reply to the message and explain the situation, she continued.

• ‘You’re missing your interview! Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to secure this for you?’

• ‘I can’t believe you’ve done this to me. The looks these people are giving me!’

• ‘If you’re playing volleyball at the Y again, I swear, Tobio!’

Taking a breath, you started to type out a message before she could send another. ‘Hello there, my name is Y/N and I apologize for messaging you like this but I thought you should know that Kageyama-san is currently sleeping. I’m his uber driver and he passed out in the backseat of my car, he’s got the flue, I think. I brought him back to his room and I’m going to leave now, but I thought you should know :)’

She responded instantly.

• ‘Who the hell are you? Is this a joke?’

• ‘Who do you think you are using his phone?’

• ‘Don’t you dare move, I’ve called the cops! You’re going to be arrested for breaking and entering, stalking, plus assault! Checkmate, sweetheart. You fans are so disgusting, honestly.’

Your heart started to race within your chest at the words and you quickly tapped the power button to turn off the screen, setting it onto the bedside table. ‘Shit, what am I supposed to do? I should leave, but… won’t that make me look guilty? There’s no way to prove my story, though…’

Kageyama shifted, his eyes fluttering open. His body felt sore and heavy, as if he had been hit by a truck and he could’t recall where he last was. He could feel his sweaty body beneath his clothing, feel the burn in his nose when he tried to breathe through his nostrils. As he forced himself into a sitting position, his stomach churned and he slapped his hand over his mouth, bolting from the bed to rush to the bathroom where he emptied the contents of his stomach into the toilet.

You frowned as you came up behind him, softly rubbing his back to try and soothe him as he dry heaved. Though the thought of being arrested for trying to help worried you, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him alone when he was feeling so ill. ‘I am so going to regret this. What if I get fired? Shit.’

Kageyama pushed himself up until his back hit the side of the tub, rubbing at his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were half-lidded as they stared at you, clouded with misery. “Why…” his voice was hoarse and raw as he tried to put his thoughts into words. “Why are you here?”

“You passed out in my car,” you explained with a frown. “What were you thinking, trying to go to an interview when you’re sick? I know I have no right to lecture you, but that was really stupid.”

His eyes widened at the mention of the interview and he groaned, letting his head fall backward. “Shit… the interview…”

“Yeah, about that -”

A loud banging echoed throughout the suite, followed by a loud male voice. “Police! Open up!”

You gave him a sheepish smile before standing up and heading to the door, pulling it open. Two officers stood on the other side of the door, looking at you suspiciously. “Hello, please come in.”

“We’re looking for Kageyama Tobio, the owner of this suite.” The first officer, Karaki, didn’t spare you a glance as he looked around the suite, looking for anything out of place.

“He’s in the bathroom -”

“And who are you?” The second office, Akimaru, eyed you suspiciously, his hand on his belt.

“My name is L/N F/N and I -”

“Did you get them, officers?!” A woman came rushing through the door, breathing heavily. Her eyes landed on you and she scowled angrily. “What are you waiting for? Arrest them! They entered this apartment illegally!”

“Calm down, ma’am,” Akimaru commented, holding his hands up when she tried to get closer to you. “We have to assess the situation.”

“Assess the – are you stupid? They are clearly a fan trying to take advantage of Tobio! I demand you arrest them!”

“Umm, I was just trying to help,” you sweatdropped, holding up your hands in surrender.

“That’s what they all say!” She scowled, putting her hand on her hip. “Fans always believe they are helping, but they are only helping themselves!”

You scowled, starting to feel annoyed by this screeching woman. “I am not his fan, I don’t even follow volleyball!”

“Yeah, right!”

“Will you stop screaming,” Kageyama slowly shuffled into the room, arm across his stomach. “You’re giving me a headache.”

“Tobio!” She rushed past the cops, pulling the taller male into a hug that he clearly didn’t want, his nose scrunching up. “Don’t worry, this psycho will be arrested for what they’ve done to you.”

He rolled his eyes, pushing her back with more effort than usual because of his weakened state. “Y/N isn’t going anywhere.” His eyes turned to the cops. “My name is Kageyama Tobio and I asked them over to take care of me while I’m sick.”

“Why are you lying for them?” The woman huffed. “I have the messages for pro -”

“Please go away, Sawako-san. I’m not in the mood for your theatrics. I’m going back to bed.” His dark eyes met yours and he reached out to you, waving his hand. You took the hint, following him back into the bedroom, closing the door behind you.

“I’m sorry about all this…”

Kageyama fell onto the bed with a groan, his half-lidded eyes landing on you. “S’fine. Thank you… for helping me.”

You smiled softly, picking up the damp rag that had fallen to the end of the bed when he sat up, gently placing it on the back of his neck which elicited a soft sigh from his lips. “You’re welcome, Kageyama-san.”

His eyes slid closed as sleep started to tug at his consciousness. His words were soft, barely audible, and you had to take a minute to process them because of that. When they finally registered, though, you couldn’t help the smile that came to your lips.

“Call me… Tobio…”

You gently brushed the hair away from his eyes. “Rest well… Tobio.”

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No Sympathy → Levi Ackerman Chapter 3 → Roommates

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           ‘God fucking damn it.’ Levi clicked his tongue and ran faster — he had to get the fuck away from his apartment; though, they already knew where it was knowing his absolute shitty luck. Levi turned corners upon corners until he wound up in some of the nicer apartment blocks; Levi sighed and knew he was going to have to break into some poor jackass’s apartment to hide — the men were so close to the point where Levi could hear their shouts towards one another. Levi turned his head to the left, greeting him was a door to a ground level apartment just waiting to be pick-locked. Levi wasted no time pick-locking the door open with the tools he always carries on him and shut the door as soon as he slipped in. The apartment was pitch black, showing no sign of human activity in the last hour — Levi got lucky. Levi stepped back from the door and just stood there, catching his breath — eventually just dropping the still intact plastic bag. Levi’s luck was about to run out, though as the doorknob he had just pick-locked not even five minutes ago started jiggling; signaling that there was a key being put in to unlock it. The door opened with a squeak and the light from outside poured in — revealing a figure carrying three bags. The figure sighed and dropped the bags right next to the couch by the door and turned around to close the door. When Levi knew the door was for sure closed, he crept up to the figure and covered their mouth with his hand, the other holding the top of their head still. The person, whom Levi made out to be a female, tried screaming and talking but the sounds only came out muffled thanks to Levi’s hand. Levi sighed and kept the squirming girl in place.

          “Listen, I’m not going to fucking hurt you, I just need you to stay quiet, alright?” Levi could feel the girl nod and had a gut feeling she wouldn’t do anything stupid, so he let her go. Levi felt around the wall for a light, eventually finding it on the left side by the front door he had just pick-locked. When the lights flickered on Levi turned around and ran his hand through his now semi-messy ebony hair, looking up to greet the same girl he saw look frantic in the library at school today. Her eyes shown annoyance and her body language represented the same feeling by posing in a matter with her arms crossed while her foot tapped impatiently. Levi knew the girl would want answers, so he had to pull them out of his ass — fast.

          “I’m in a gang, alright? An immensely deadly gang with countless enemies and those men out there loitering just so happens to be one of them.” Levi cursed silently and sauntered over to the couch and looked out the covered window through one blind, seeing the men circle around the place for who knows how many times. How joyous. Levi played out scenarios in his head on what would happen if he just waited it out — it wasn’t great.

          ‘Damn it.’ Levi knew he was going to have to dirty his hands once more, but that never bothered him any longer. What really bothered him was the fact that he was putting his cover on the line if he went out there to kill them all; his hands were tied — he had to kill them. Levi turned his gaze over to the girl and shook his head; he couldn’t put her in any more danger by just staying and not killing them. Levi flipped out a blade from underneath his arm cuff and started to walk towards the door.

         “Correction, they were one of them. Stay inside.” Levi knew the girl immediately took the hint that he was planning on killing them, but only nodded her head — she knew why he had to kill them too.

         “Don’t you fucking dare get blood on my walls with a damned security camera on” was the only verbal acknowledgment Levi received from the girl. Levi opened the door and stepped out; turning his head to find the mobsters all standing in a circle to his right — successfully blocking the entire damn alleyway off. Levi gripped his blade and rubbed his thumb over the handle, just waiting for the perfect moment; Levi closed his eyes and inhaled before opening his eyes and started to run his fastest without making a sound. Levi had a feeling of knowing what to do in that exact moment and without thinking, started to cut open each mobster by going for the weakest points available to him; the jugular, the eye, the heart, and so many more. Levi channeled all of his momentum into his singular blade to stab the first mobster in the back straight through the heart, but Levi didn’t stop there — Levi spun around and threw two knives into the neck of the mobster next to his previous victim. Bolting towards the man’s impaled neck, Levi jumped off the wall — pulling out both blades to slice the bottom of the third man’s neck, causing his severed tongue to hang out of the recently inflicted gash. Levi was out of time for his cover of surprise; the remaining four mobsters charged at Levi full speed, but the first two failed to realize Levi was already anticipating them until one of them ended up on the ground with a crushed windpipe (courtesy of Levi’s foot) while the other was roundhouse kicked into the nearest wall — successfully breaking some his ribs at the very least. When the final two finally took swings at Levi, he brought out his bloody blades once more and finished them off by stabbing them in the chest. Levi removed the two blades from each corpse when the men collapsed to the ground from blood loss and made his way to the man he roundhouse kicked. Levi may have broken a few ribs, but it wasn’t enough to kill the man. The man moaned in agony and slowly turned his head upwards to greet Levi’s emotionless face.

         “Please, I beg of you, don’t kill me... I’ll leave-“ the man never got to finish his pleas as Levi slit his throat the moment the words started to tumble out. Levi stood up and looked around; blood was everywhere and even on Levi himself. Levi mentally punched himself for being so filthy and before walking back to the girl’s apartment, Levi took out his burn phone and called Farlan, knowing that this mess needed to be cleaned and footage erased before word gets out. The phone rang three times before Farlan picked up.

          “Hello?” Farlan knew it was Levi calling, but out of caution acted like he didn’t know the number.

          “It’s me. There’s now a bloody alleyway on south Titan Street that needs to be scrubbed clean ASAP. There’s also footage that needs to be wiped.” Levi turned his head back towards the mess and frowned in disgust.

          “How many gone?” Farlan held his breath and hoped the fatalities weren’t as bad as last time Levi took on mobsters alone.

          “Seven.” Levi could practically see Farlan’s facepalm already.

          “Christ, Blade. All with blades?”

           “Either blades or hand to hand.”

          “I assume your apartment was compromised?”

          “Lasted two days. I’m impressed. Yes, I already have another location in mind, just clean up this damn mess.”

           “Was already tasking people to go out now, thanks.” Farlan replied sarcastically

           Levi hung up the phone and slipped in to find her sitting on her couch playing on her phone, when the girl looked over she was unfazed by the amount of blood covering Levi or the multiple bloodied knives he had in his hand. Levi raised a brow at how calm she was considering the fact that he had just brutally murdered seven men in the alley by her house.

           “They struggle much?” Was all she asked before turning her gaze back to her phone. Levi’s eyebrow somehow raised even higher after her question. How was this normal girl acting so unfazed at something like this? Levi continued to stare at her for a few more seconds silently questioning her sanity.

           “They tried to, at least.” Levi clicked his tongue and knew he was fucked if he even thought about residing in his apartment any longer. He sighed and threw caution to the wind; he needed a damn place to stay and the only person that wouldn’t freak out about his predicament is the girl sitting on the couch whose name is a complete mystery.

            “Look, I need a place to stay now that my shitty place has obviously been busted. Do me a favor, won’t ya?” The girl looked up and gave him a death glare.

            “First of all, you broke into my house, then killed seven guys out back, is supposedly a part of a deadly gang, and on top of it all, you don’t even know my name, which by the way is Aella. Just because you’re the new ‘hot and mysterious’ dude in school doesn’t mean that this is a fan fiction where I’m the dumbass that falls for you! Levi, it’s real life! I can’t even afford living on my own, so how in the hell would I be able to support not only me but you too?” Aella snarked. Levi had a feeling that she was going to be difficult to convince — in hindsight, he was right.

             “That’s why I’m kicking your dumbass out.” Aella dropped her phone when those words tumbled out of Levi’s mouth.

             “Excuse me, bitch what?” Levi nodded his head in confirmation and sat on the couch, crossed his legs, and started playing with one of the many sharp knives he had in between his long fingers.

           “Either that, or you suck it the fuck up and let me be your roommate.” Aella started right back with an equally emotionless gaze; Levi knew she was weighing every single pro and con in her mind.

            “Help pay the damn bills and you’re in.”

          “Don’t be stupid, I might be in hiding, but I’m not broke. I’ll do my fair share — starting with your disgusting apartment. Do you even fucking clean?” Aella rolled her eyes. Turns out Levi is a fucking clean freak and a murderer. Amazing. Though, it couldn’t be all that bad aside from the fact that Aella will always have to be careful about living with a murderer, she’ll be living with a fucking trained killer; bonus protection points, right? Aella then realized that she’d have to give up her art room for Levi to sleep in — shit.

“Levi, you can sleep in my... art room... I suppose.” Levi looked at Aella

            “I assume the only reason why you’re offering me that room is because you have no others?” Bingo, mister. How’d you guess?

            “Mhm. But, I can work in there whenever I want to.”

           “Fine by me. I need to get my stuff from my shitty apartment. I’ll be back before 10.” Levi stood up and walked out of the apartment — turning his head, Levi saw the once bloodied alley was now sparkling clean.

           “Damn, Farlan.” Aella practically pulled out all of her hair right then and there. She let a damn gangster room with her! Though, this did give her the perfect opportunity to get to know Levi, so it could technically be considered a win, right? Aella, in the course of a literal hour, gained a fucking roommate that just so happened to be the most popular guy in all of Karanese High and a gangster... not to mention that Levi was considerably attractive.

         “Fuck it, why the hell not?” What could go wrong? When Levi returned, he immediately went into his room and locked himself in. Since the bathroom was connected to both Aella and Levi’s rooms they just simply had to open the second door in their respective rooms and there was the bathroom. Aella already knew that Levi was absolutely disgusted by being covered in now dry blood and wanted that shit off as soon as possible. Aella walked into her room, knocked on the bathroom door wishing Levi a good night and went to bed. This was shaping up to be a very eventful senior year.