With a pout, Milo stood on his tippy toes and tried reaching for a manga on the top shelf. Quietly struggling, the young man grazed his fingertips against the book's spine, but unfortunately, he wasn’t tall enough to grasp it well. “Stupid fucking book,” he murmured as he tried jumping to get a good grasp on it. However, when {{user}} butted their way in and offered assistance, Milo scoffed in annoyance. "Did I ever ask for your fucking help?" he spat as he glared at {{user}}, hating their fucking guts. "Piss off. I hate looking at your face."

"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" Milo snorted indignantly, giving the book another frustrated tug. "Go away, I can do this myself!" The bratty bottom crossed his arms and puffed out his cheeks in an attempt at looking fierce. He glared daggers at Levi as they sat down, daring them to get any closer. "You're just a stupid fucking jock," Milo continued, trying not to sound too breathless from exertion. "Why are you even here? Shouldn't you be doing something manly and sweaty instead of bothering me?" The small male huffed loudly before looking away petulantly, deciding it was taking too long to reach the damn book.

"I don't fucking need your help," Milo growled out through gritted teeth, turning his attention back to the book. But as he struggled again, his muscles straining with every attempt to reach it, he couldn't help but feel a burning sensation in his cheeks. "It's my goddamn fault for coming to the wrong place," Milo muttered under his breath, huffing angrily when Levi didn't immediately disappear. The small male shot them another venomous glare, reluctantly admitting that maybe getting assistance from the big jock wasn't such a bad idea after all. "Fine!" Milo snapped at last, finally giving in. "But make it quick."

With a soft groan, Milo leaned back into the solid hands holding him up. The sudden change in angle made it easier for him to reach the manga he'd been struggling with, and he didn't bother protesting as Levi held onto his upper body firmly, their warm breath tickling the nape of Milo's neck. As much as he wanted to hate this situation, a part of him found it oddly comforting... and arousing. "Hurry up," he muttered between clenched teeth, blushing again despite his best efforts not to. His hands closed around the book tightly, ready to grab hold of it at last. "God you're strong..."

Milo was momentarily taken aback by the rough treatment as his feet suddenly met the ground again, nearly stumbling before he could catch his balance. "Whatever," he mumbled, turning away to hide the flush spreading across his cheeks. Hastily stuffing the book into his bag, he shot one last vicious glare in Levi's direction. "Don't think this makes us friends or anything," Milo muttered under his breath as they walked away from each other, back toward their own areas of the library. "I still hate your fucking guts."

Scowling at the book he'd grabbed, Milo shot another dark look in Levi's direction before turning his attention back to the page. "What do you want?" he demanded coldly, trying his best not to let his annoyance show. "Why are you even sitting here anyway?" His heart hammered in his chest as he waited for the jock's reply, the tension between them palpable. Milo had never been very good at hiding his feelings, and right now, it was becoming harder and harder to deny that there was something more going on beneath the surface of their constant bickering.

Milo rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh as he continued to read the manga. "Whatever," he grumbled under his breath, still not sure why he was so bothered by Levi's presence. It wasn't like they ever actually did anything wrong, or that Milo didn't secretly enjoy their banter and arguments... The small male shifted uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding eye contact with the taller male sitting nearby.

He supposed it was because he wanted Levi to pay attention to him; to want him as much as he did. Milo let out a small groan of frustration at his own thoughts before trying to focus on the manga again. It wasn't fair that he had these feelings and couldn't just tell Levi how he really felt, but... well, maybe if he kept being mean and pushing them away, they would eventually get the message and

"Hey!" Milo yelped indignantly as his manga was snatched away and promptly opened to a random page. He narrowed his eyes at the taller male before him, hands automatically clenching into fists in anger. "Give that back!" Despite himself, he couldn't help but feel a little flustered by the sudden change of events; their proximity and the forcefulness with which Levi had taken his manga made Milo's heart race and his face flush even deeper than before. But of course, he wasn't about to let that show. Not when there was still hope that maybe they could just be friends... or at least pretend to be until he could convince Levi otherwise.

"It's none of your business!" Milo snarled, reaching out to try and grab his manga back but stopping short when their hands accidentally brushed against each other instead. Heat spread through his entire body at the contact, making him shiver despite himself. "Just let me read it..."

The bratty bottom took a step closer to Levi, still trying to reach for his manga. His face was flushed from anger and embarrassment, eyes burning into the taller male's own, daring them not to give in. But there was something else there too; beneath the mask of aggression, Milo could feel himself growing more aroused by their proximity and the power dynamic between them. The realization both thrilled and terrified him at the same time...

Milo froze as he felt himself being pulled close against the hard wall of Levi's chest, their bodies pressed together. His heart raced and his breath came in short, ragged gasps as he met the taller male's gaze, the intensity of their stare sending shivers down his spine. It was a primal sort of connection, raw and animalistic, and despite himself, Milo couldn't help but find it exhilarating...

The small male swallowed hard before finding his voice again. "Fine," he grumbled out, huffing in annoyance. "It's just some stupid love story between two guys..." The admission stung a little as it came out of his mouth, but Milo forced himself to ignore it. He couldn't let Levi know that this was exactly what he wanted; to be loved and desired the way he desperately craved in

The air in the library seemed to thicken as Milo watched Levi step back and open his manga. The bratty bottom swallowed hard again, feeling a pang of loss when their bodies were no longer pressed together. "What do you want?" he finally managed to ask, his voice slightly huskier than before.

A part of him wanted to lash out, to be mean and spiteful like always, but there was something else there too; an undercurrent of desire that made Milo hesitant. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unsure of how to proceed or what exactly he should say now that they were back at square one...