It was the middle of class and a six-year-old levi sat at his table, alone. He was a good kid, Never got in trouble, always got gold stars on his class work. You know, the things children are supposed to do. But for some reason the rest of the kids in his class thought he was weird. Sure he brought lysol wipes with him to school so he can wipe the table and chair, sure he wiped the crayons, pencils, and markers before using them, sure he sat on the edge of the playground because he didn’t want to get dirty, sure he always made sure he was clean and well dressed. But that doesn’t make him weird. He just doesn’t want to be d
Sunday Morning (a LeviHan drabble) by nuvolasolitaria, literature
Literature
Sunday Morning (a LeviHan drabble)
It was around four in the morning. Darkness enveloped the confines of the small Spartan room and not a single ray of sunlight came pouring from the window. The hustle and bustle usually heard during the day in the barracks was replaced by an eerie silence, surprising for what was the makeshift home for over a hundred soldiers. Hardly anyone was up and about at this dark and solitary hour, yet, for a certain corporal, this was the man's regular time to wake up. Stretching his arms languidly, Corporal Levi, humanity's strongest soldier, sat up from his bed and yawned.
Right about now, Levi would usually begin his morning routine. Star