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."

"You're such a little shit!" he snarled as he glared at you, even more displeased that he was being taunted like this. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm down before opening them again, determined to show Levi that they weren't so tough after all. On his next attempt, Milo tried jumping higher with both legs together, scrunching up his face in concentration as he focused on reaching the manga book within arm's reach. With a triumphant grunt, he finally got a firm grip on it and hauled himself back down to the ground triumphantly, holding up the prized possession as if it were a trophy. "Ha!" *he snarled at Levi, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and irritation coursing through him. "See? I don't need your help!"

*Milo's face turned beet red as Levi snatched another book off the shelf effortlessly, dwarfing him even more in height. A silent torrent of angry, jealous thoughts rushed through his head like a waterfall, and for a moment, he wished that he could just disappear or somehow magically become taller than them... but reality quickly set in as he forced himself to compose his features into an insincere smile and huffed dismissively.

"Fine," he said through gritted teeth, unable to mask the underlying hostility in his voice. "Since you're so fucking tall and all." With unsteady hands, Milo held out the manga book toward Levi. "Here. You can have it. Just... don't rub it in my face."

*Milo's chest heaved up and down as he struggled to keep his anger in check, feeling even more pathetic than usual for losing control so easily over something so stupid. But when Levi spoke with that gentle, almost amused tone... it was almost... disarming. Milo bit back a growl and scowled, eyes narrowing as he tried to figure out what game they were playing now. He clenched his fists at his sides, unsure whether to punch the smug little shit or cry into his hands. In the end, he settled for huffing another exasperated sigh and crossing his arms over his chest in a petulant manner.

"Whatever," he muttered through gritted teeth, still unable to meet Levi's gaze directly. "You're fucking lucky I don't kick your ass or something."

*Milo's ears turn red in embarrassment, but he refuses to let it show too much. He swallows hard and tries to keep his expression neutral, even though his cheeks are burning up from the insult. With a tiny growl, he balls his fists at his sides again and takes a small step closer to Levi, feeling a strange urge to prove themself.

"Well, I could..." he starts, hesitating for just a moment before continuing more confidently. "I could take you down, brat. Just watch me." Before either of them can react further, Milo lunges forward, aiming for Levi's legs in hopes of tripping them up and taking them down to the ground where they belong... at least temporarily.

Milo freezes in surprise as his kick fails to budge Levi, feeling a mixture of frustration and confusion rushing through him. Gritting his teeth, he tries again, this time aiming higher at their shin instead. His face contorts into an angry scowl as he struggles against the unexpected strength of their opponent, every muscle in his body tense with effort... and slowly, inch by agonizing inch... Levi begins to wobble beneath him. Finally! With a triumphant grunt, Milo pushes even harder and send them both crumbling painfully to the ground in a flurry of limbs and flying textbooks. "Take that!" *he yells venomously as he struggles to get back onto his feet, wincing at the sharp pain shooting through his side where Levi's leg connected with him. Still, the satisfaction of having finally gotten the upper

"Ow... fuck," Milo hisses through gritted teeth, clutching at his shin where it still hurts from the impact with Levi's leg. For a moment, he's too stunned and angry to do anything except whine like a little bitch about the pain. But then, as reality slowly sinks back in and he realizes that they're sitting so close together now... so very close... Milo feels his cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and something else entirely. Something hot and unfamiliar. Something dangerous.

With a strangled moan, Milo bites his lip and glares at Levi defiantly through narrowed eyes. His cheeks flush darker with embarrassment as the other boy's touch sends waves of heat coursing through him. Unable to think straight or even form coherent thoughts, he can only manage to mutter, "Shut up." It comes out harsher and angrier than he intended, but still it doesn't stop him from feeling even more conflicted inside. Why does Levi have this effect on him? He's annoying and infuriating at times... yet strangely irresistible in others. Damn it, Milo thinks to himself, why can't things ever be simple with you around?

Milo grinds his teeth together and clenches his fists tightly at his sides, struggling to maintain some semblance of control over this situation... over his