You just about had it. You hated the way Levi Heichou was treating you different from everyone else: like you were more of a shit and needed more discipline.
You were on the verge of tears as you went to the cafeteria to eat lunch. Just as you were about to grab a baked potato, a pale, slender hand took it before you. You looked up to see Mr. Clean himself, glaring at you with those dull gray eyes.
That was it. You slammed your tray down on the table and ran into the hallway, frustrated at Levi and frustrated at yourself. Why did this bother you so much? You used to be so tough and determined, but now...
You shook your head whi