#anyway levi. ya hes growing on me basically. is what i am trying to sat

[unashamed-shipper]

Fission

Gajevy high school commission for @twit-what-things! Thank you for commissioning me, Whitney! <3

word count:1.1k

pairing: gajevy with mention of nalu

characters: gajeel, levy, lucy, and mention of natsu

Levy thought this was an ordinary day. It would consist of burning holes through the back of her math teacher’s head as he droned about showing work, eating lunch with Lucy, and possibly looking at Gajeel’s stupid face.

Today was not one of those days. Gajeel had stolen her lunch--again. It wasn’t as if he had stolen her lunch three times that week, leading Levy to go to class with her stomach grumbling.

“See ya later, shrimp!” Gajeel laughed uproariously, his big stupid body bolting faster than Levy’s legs could possibly carry her. Shaking a fist, she raced after him anyway.

“Get back here, punk!” Levy yelled at Gajeel from across the hall as he ran away with her lunch. What the hell was up with him grabbing her lunch and running away? It was like he had a problem with her eating tuna sandwiches all day. Damn. She really enjoyed them.

As she glared at the small-time gangster as he swung around the corner, Levy crossed her arms and sauntered over to Levy with a sigh. Lucy smiled gently at her best friend before dropping her gaze back to the thick book she was reading.

“Did Gajeel get away from you again?” Lucy asked, not lifting her eyes from her book.

“Yes. It’s hella annoying,” Levy scoffed, frowning.

“You know, when you say ‘hella’ you sound a lot less badass than you’re trying to be. You sound like a basic--” Lucy said, a soft smirk beginning to cross her face.

“I get it. No need to explain,” Levy replied, holding up her palm to keep her best friend from talking--and making a social faux pas. Lucy enjoyed making up her own ‘swear words’, which further solidified her geek girl status. Levy wasn’t quite sure how she and Lucy became friends because of their different social ties, but they had stuck together throughout eight years.

“I think I have a theory about why he takes your lunch everyday,” Lucy said after a moment of scanning the book in her hand. Snapping it shut, Lucy pursed her lips and waited for Levy to respond.

There was silence between the two until Levy scoffed. “What’s the theory, O’ Wise One?”

“You two have fission.”

“What the everloving fuck is fission?”

“Love, attraction, whatever you want to call it,” Lucy said, covering her smile with her hand.

“Hell no. He’s--he’s stupid! And has major problems. Why would I like him?” Levy growled as her face scrunched up in disgust. Despite her protests, her face was starting to flush a little more than she’d like. Gajeel’s stupid face was--a little attractive even though she hated him more than her geometry teacher’s spitting.

“It’s not as weird as you think,” Lucy pointed out, “I mean, Natsu and I are complete opposites and we’ve been dating for quite a long time. Opposites attract, as they say.”

“We’re not opposites, Lu. We’re exactly the same!”

“Riiiight,” Lucy said, finger gunning at her best friend, ‘Because you’re 6’3 and have black spiky hair and steal lunches every day.”

Levy rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless. “You know I meant our personalities, ya nerd.”

“Yeah. I know.”

With a smile, Lucy opened up her book again and began to read, giving Levy her leave. Levy pushed up the sleeves of her leather jacket, narrowing her eyes and beginning to march down the hallway.

It was time to get her lunches back.

“So, ya finally made it,” Gajeel said. He sat on the ledge outside of the men’s building, a smirk on his stupid face. Levy stomach growled as she saw multiple brown lunch bags littering the ledge, but she suppressed it in the name of a fight.

“Damn right I did. Now give me my lunches back, idiot,” Levy said. Her eyes glared into his as he watched her with a smile that made her stomach clench.

“Not yet, shrimp,” Gajeel replied, his eyes becoming a little darker. Grabbing two of the bags and approaching her, he smiled for the first time in quite a while.

Only the girl who he had affection for could make him feel such an emotion.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Levy asked, quirking an eyebrow and sighing. Surely this was one of his hair brained ideas to--

“What does it look like? We’re gonna have lunch together, shortstack,” he replied, a smirk growing on his face.

Levy opened and closed her mouth a few times before smushing her lips together in irritation. He had the gall to steal her freaking lunch every day for three days just to have lunch with her?

“I’m thinking no,” Levy said with a frown, her tone dropping at the end of her sentence.

“And why not?” Gajeel frowned slightly as well, crossing his arms over his chest. Levy’s eyes drew to his shoulders. Hm, she hadn’t realized how broad his shoulders were before this…

“You stole my lunch for more than three days every week and then you decide to have lunch with me out of the freaking blue?”

“Listen up, shrimp. We’ve been rivals in this damn school for ages, and I wanted to keep beating you in everything. I realized somethin’ though--you’re better than me at everything.”

“And?” Levy looked at her nails, realizing that her almond acrylics were losing their point.

“But you have a problem, shrimp. You’re tiny.”

“Excuse me?” Levy’s hands balled up into fists as she stalked up to Gajeel, poking him with one of her nails in his chest. “I am not tiny!”

“Yer problem is yer metabolism. You need food every few hours, so the only way for me to get ya down here was for me to steal yer lunch every day.” Gajeel began to chuckle as Levy pounded at his chest.

“You seriously wanted to have lunch with me that badly? If you wanted to, you could’ve just asked!” Levy yelled, gritting her teeth.

‘Seriously?” Gajeel gently grasped her wrists with a gentle smile. Levy looked up into his eyes, feeling herself lose her anger. All he wanted was to have lunch with her.

“You wanna have lunch with me, Levy?” Gajeel asked, averting his eyes. Her eyes were more gorgeous of a chocolate brown than he had ever imagined in his head.

“I-I guess,” Levy mumbled, dropping her gaze down to her feet as pink dusted her face. She hated how he made her feel this way. Why was it that Lucy was the one to open her eyes to this? Why wasn’t she smart enough to see it before?

Gajeel handed Levy her lunch, sitting down on the ledge and motioning her to follow. Levy’s feet carried her faster than she thought possible as she sat next to Gajeel, opening up the lunch bag he gave to her with ravenous intent.

They were so different, but so alike. Gajeel ate the same way she did--with a smile on his face and with the sandwich positioned diagonally. Staring at each other with a soft smile, they continued eating in unison.

Who would have known that they would be such a great match?

Stupid.

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