"Huh. Didn't know my mouth was any fatter than anybody else's. But I guess yours gets a constant workout since you run it non-stop." As if to emphasize his point, Bensen raised one hand and use it to mimic the movement of Levi's mouth. He snorted. "Seriously, man. Don't you ever get tired of barking at everyone?"
High-school RP || OxO || Open || Plz help me think of a title :')
Levi glared at him. “All right, you asked for it,” he responded, going in to punch Bensen in the nose. “I’m getting tired of your whining.”
Bensen flinched back, but he wasn't actually fast enough, and Levi socked him pretty good. He stumbled back and nearly lost balance, tears flooding his eyes— though they were completely involuntary, the stupid natural reaction the body had to getting punched in the nose. His hand reflexively went to his face— more to hide the fact that he was on the verge of very unwanted crying than because of his real pain. That said, his pain was real, and the fact that Levi was more than capable of causing him more pain was also very real— but common sense did not win the day, and anger did, as heat flushed to his face and he forcefully swung his crutch at Levi's knee in retaliation.
Levi blinked, not expecting the hit, and didn’t react fast enough as the crutch hit him straight in the knee. He howled in pain, clutching his knee and glaring at Bensen. “You little—“ he began, not able to think of a suitable insult. He would’ve thought the whole exchange almost comical if not the pain in his knee and the burning, masochistic sense that he deserved it. Before he could throw the next punch, he noticed the principal walk into the hallway and threw one last glare at Bensen before turning away. “I’m going to make you pay for that, crip. Watch your back.” Then he turned and walked away, not quite able to hide the fact that he was favoring his other leg.
(Sorry I've been so inactive for the past 4 months! Life is crazy.)
(it’s totally fine! i’ve kinda been on and off myself)