Hand in Hand - Lev - 🖤

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You zone out, looking at the wall

"Stop."

"What-?" You blink as you regain focus on what's around you.

"Don't do that." Lev repeats.

You stare blankly until he elaborates, "You were picking skin off your fingers."

"...oh" You look down and see that yes, several of your fingers were in fact missing skin. One was bleeding. "Huh..."

He picked up your hand, "This is mine now, don't hurt it."

"O-okay..." you nod and try desperately to ignore the uneven beating of your heart.

- Time Skip -

"Hey are you guys going to the dance next week?" Kuroo asked as you all sat at lunch.

"No," you shake your head while looking at the wall to distract yourself from Lev holding your hand and the butterflies it was giving you.

"I am. And I'm bringing my girlfriend!" Lev said enthusiastically. This caused Kenma to look up from his game in confusion and look at him and you.

"Didn't Y/N just say she wasn't going...?" Kenma asked puzzled.

Lev looked confused so Kuroo sighed, "How is your girlfriend going if she just said she wasn't?"

"What? Y/N isn't my girlfriend, where'd you get that idea?"

"You guys are constantly holding hands. Why wouldn't we think that, you moron." Yaku smacks the back of Lev's head as he sits down.

"Ow! That hurts, Yaku-san... and we're just friends."

- Time Skip -

You sighed, you were uncomfortable in the semiformal outfit but there wasn't much you could do. "Alisa, as much as I love you... I really hate you right now." you grumbled.

It was only an hour ago that Lev's older sister had kidnapped you and gotten you ready for the dance. No matter how much you protested you weren't going she still got you dressed up for it and presented you with a ticket.

"You look really good, Y/N!" Lev compliments as you wait for the rest of the team.

"Thanks..." you grumbled.

His girlfriend had already shown up and was chatting to another friend a few feet away. 

Finally the others arrived and you all went inside.

"There's a lot of people here..." you mutter, nervously picking at your fingers.

"Don't do that," Lev reminds you, reaching for your hand.

You quickly put your hands behind your back before he can claim one which confuses him but he simply shrugs it off.

The evening was filled with too loud music and even louder teens yelling to be heard over the music. 

"My head hurts..." you mutter, fidgeting with the plastic cup in your hands. Earlier you'd gotten a drink but now you were using it as a way to keep you from destroying your hands.

Humming quietly, you listened as the music changed from the upbeat pop song to something slower... sweeter...

You were surprised when a certain grey haired titan poked his head into your view of the ceiling.

"What the-?!" You dropped the cup in surprise. "Don't scare me like that, weirdo!"

"Hehe, sorry Y/N... I was just making sure your alright. You've been a little off all night."

"I have?" You were really thinking you'd hid the jealousy better. Apparently not. Nervous that he'd caught onto your crush, you start peeling at your skin.

"Yeah... and stop picking at your fingers." He reached for your hand, "are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine," You respond automatically while pulling away.

"You've confessed never meaning it when you say that. Tell me what's wrong."

"I'm fine," you force a smile. "Go back to your girlfriend. Don't want her to get lonely, do we?" You noticed the vicious, taunting undertones in your voice and mentally scolded yourself.

"If you say so..." he frowns, but leaves.

You sigh, watching quietly as he starts slow dancing with his partner.

"Well... at least he's happy..." you whisper, leaning on the wall as you admire him. He wasn't too dressed up but still managed to look more amazing then usual.

Quickly bending down, you pick the plastic cup off the floor. Quickly throwing it away as you walk out of the crowded building into the night.

Maybe by the next dance, you'd have someone of your own to spend it with...

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