𝐿𝑒𝓋𝓎 𝑀𝒸𝒢𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃

Waves brightly as she steps into view, a warm smile tugging at her lips. “Good evening! It feels like the perfect night to catch up. . . what’s everyone been up to?”

— At last, her smile returned, carrying with it all the warmth she’d tried to pour into her words. Lanterns glowed above, laughter rippling through the night, but for Levy, the world had narrowed to just him. #𝙁𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙂𝘼𝙉𝙕𝘼 | #𝕰𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀

— His hand entwined with hers, grounding her, even as his voice trembled with unspoken guilt. Levy’s heart squeezed tight. Her thumb brushed lightly across the back of his hand, eyes softening as she studied him. Not the Iron Dragon Slayer, not the man weighed down by past—

— careful stillness as if bracing herself for whatever words weighed so heavily on him. He stopped walking, tugging her gently into place. The sudden halt made her blink, surprise flickering across her features. Gajeel rarely let the world pause for him. . . yet here he stood,—

— “Just this once. . . let’s enjoy it together.” #𝙁𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙂𝘼𝙉𝙕𝘼 | #𝕰𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀

“Ready and waiting! Don’t think you’re leaving me behind, Gajeel.” #𝙁𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙂𝘼𝙉𝙕𝘼

“There he goes again. . . Geez, Gray, could you at least warn us first?”

“Good morning!”

— She stepped into the hallway. . . only to find it still. No voices. No footsteps. Not even a distant thud from the usual chaos. Her brows knit slightly as she glanced around, shifting her bag on her shoulder. “. . . Weird. It’s never this quiet. Where 𝘪𝘴 everyone?”

𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬. 
A soft pop of lipstick capped shut, a quick tug of her headband into place. Levy gave herself one last glance in the mirror, spun on her heel, and stepped out of the locker room with a small bounce in her step. “Alright. . . ready,” she murmured with a nod.—