🎨Color Me Yours 🏀 RiRen Erotica by ♡DiLo

Confrontation

Levi strolled into Paradis High School,  unperturbed by the fresh coat of paint drying over his beautiful mural. Street art was inevitably painted over- impermanence was its nature- what mattered was the impact it made when it was visible. On that note, Levi couldn't have been happier with the result. It took four whole days for the police to approve painting over the mural and in that time it had been viewed by every single person who entered the building. It was reported on the local news and had gone viral on nearly every single social media platform- immortalized by his classmate's cell phone cameras. 

Once the police released the security footage of Levi in his skeleton hoodie bowing to the camera, his 'Reaper' signature was linked with other works of his politically charged street art that dotted the downtown area. This, in turn, ignited even more fervor surrounding the Reaper's identity- or rather excitement- that an already mildly infamous street artist was either a high school student or faculty member at Paradis. 

His own notoriety aside, after a huge public outcry, the police opened an investigation into the Vice Principal. He hadn't shown his face in the school since that first morning and rumor had it that multiple students and female faculty members were coming forward with testimony about his behavior that they had previously been silent about. Whether or not they would be able to build enough of a case to prosecute, Arthur Stevens would never work in a school again.

Both the school and the police had done everything within their power to discover the Reaper's identity to no avail. Levi had disposed of the paint cans himself and put his concept drawings for the mural in the binder with his other completed artwork, which currently sat in a locked safe in his Uncle Kenny's storage unit. He had considered also getting rid of all the skeleton sweatshirts, but he needn't have worried. So many students showed up to school wearing the hoodie after the footage was released Levi wanted to laugh out loud. He didn't wear his to school, but he returned the garments to the rest of the guys with a lighthearted shrug. The police couldn't arrest them all. 

For two solid days the police and the principal had scoured lockers and interviewed students tirelessly but nobody was talking. Levi had no problem keeping a straight face and would even go so far as to admit he enjoyed looking the police dead in the eye and 'no sir-ing' them until they had no choice but to let him go back to class. There were a few sticky moments where it seemed that the police were putting more heat on the honors art students, but they couldn't prove a damn thing. Levi was careful to never even doodle in his street art style at school. 

There was also the matter of Ms. Foote, the head of the art department and probably his favorite teacher of all time. The aging hippy (who was a brilliant artist herself) went hysterically ape shit on the police for targeting her students. She lectured them for twenty minutes on how proud she was of the Reaper and how his (or her) brave resistance and activism would change the world and should be celebrated. 

Levi particularly enjoyed being championed by someone he respected. Not that he would ever really be able to let her know what it meant to him. Until he graduated at least. 

He stowed his books in his locker and shut it just in time to see a flash of light ginger hair as Petra barrelled into him, squeezing him in a tight hug and burying her face in his chest. He gasped as his back hit the metal locker behind him but closed his arms around his childhood friend all the same. Levi wasn't a person who had many friends, but he would risk everything for the people in that category. 

Since the murals went up, a change had come over Petra, obliterating the darkness that had plagued her honey brown eyes after the rape. Friends since third grade (when she had stood between him and a bunch of bullies who made fun of his habitually dour facial expression) he knew Petra had steel in her spine, willing to resist injustice with every bone in her tiny body. The rape had taken that from her, but slowly, she was getting it back. Maybe he helped show her it was there all along. Eld, Ollie, and Gunther walked up behind her as she released him, turning her shining eyes to the rest of the crew as they exchanged greetings.