Dorathea stormed into the lecture hall, her usual scowl firmly in place. She was running late to her first business class this semester, and she knew she'd be hearing about it from the professor later. As she hurried to her seat, she couldn't help but notice the massive shoulders that could carry the weight of everyone's poor decisions, and a mop of brown curl already seated in the front row, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Ah, fashionably late, Dora! Did you get lost in the enchanted forest on your way here?" The spawn of Satan called out teasingly, using his nickname for her that she despised.

Thea shot him a glare that could melt ice. "It's Dorathea."

He grinned, undeterred by her icy demeanour. "Sure thing, Dora."

Thea rolled her eyes, ignoring him as she pulled out her notebook. She couldn't stand Levi - his easy going demeanour, his constant teasing, everything about him grated on her nerves. And worst of all, he seemed to take great pleasure in getting under her skin.

Throughout the lecture, as usual, Levi continued to whisper remarks that were meant to be funny but only served to annoy Dorathea.

"Maybe you should teach a class on sprinting, Dora," Levi murmured, nudging her elbow with a poorly drawn caricature of her, exaggerated scowl and all.

Dorathea shot him a quick, withering glance, her frustration mounting. She scribbled notes furiously, trying to drown out Levi's whispers and concentrate on the lecture material.

Levi, undeterred, leaned closer again. "Do you have a turbo button, Dora? Asking for a friend."

"Do you ever stop talking, or is that just your default mode?" She snarled at him while the grip on her pen tightened, her knuckles turning white.

She could hear him snicker and resisted the urge to snap back another retort, knowing it would only escalate their ongoing feud. Instead, she clenched her teeth and forced herself to ignore Levi's presence.

As the professor moved on to a new topic, Dorathea glanced over at Levi's notebook. Among his doodles was a stick figure, clearly intended to be her, with a scowl and exaggerated sweat drops running on a race track. Levi caught her looking and flashed her a mischievous grin.

"Impressive form, Dora," Levi remarked, raising an eyebrow teasingly. "You've got Olympic potential."

Dorathea's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and irritation. "Ugh, you're insufferable and it's Dorathea," she muttered under her breath stressing fuck out of the syllables of her name. "Why are you in this class anyway? Thought Architecture students didn't need Business courses."

Levi shrugged. "Elective. Figured it might be useful to know how to manage a firm one day. Plus, it's an easy A."

She shook her head as she turned her attention back to the lecture.

By the time the class ended, Dorathea was relieved to escape the Dark Lord's presence. She gathered her things quickly, determined to put as much distance between herself and Levi as possible.