If you asked him, Lovino might tell you that he has the best reputation in school. No one expects anything from him, and none of the teachers do much if he's late to class. No one picks on him and not many people talk to him either. In reality, Lovino will probably just say that it doesn't matter to him what kind of reputation he has. Further proving that he doesn't give a shit.
It's not that he doesn't care about anything. He has to care about some things. He cares for his grades. He needs to keep them up so he can go to a nice school far away from this tiny town with as little of expense as possible. He does do good in school, he just doesn't show up on time some days. The teachers have questioned him before about it. He just shrugs his shoulders and tells them he couldn't be bothered with coming in at the right time. His grades don't suffer from it. He always knows the material. He reads ahead when he's bored.
He cares about his family. He makes sure his brothers are eating enough and eating right. Without his guidance they would probably only eat pasta. Fruits are nice things too. He makes sure his brothers get to school on time and makes it home safe. Most days. Some days he lets them go off on their own. He hasn't gotten yelled at for it yet. He makes sure his grandpa is doing alright and has enough to keep him busy for the day before he goes to school. The old man raised them mostly, so Lovino makes sure he's now in good condition. Even if his grandpa is a bit odd.
He cares for himself too. He doesn't really care if it makes him sound selfish. He takes care of himself first. If he's unhappy with something, he will say so and make it change. If he's annoyed with something, he will leave the room or point it out. He's lost a few friends because of his attitude, but he figures they can't be all that worth it if they can't handle the real him. It's not that big a deal to him if he doesn't have people to hang out with after school. He's fine on his own. He tends to give off a vibe he doesn't like people, which isn't true. He doesn't particularly care for their existence. They really don't matter to him.
He's putting his stuff away after school. The day had been boring and long and now he just wants to take a nap. He flips through a notebook, checking for anything that might be needed later that day. He grimaces. There's nothing new. He's read ahead in every class and knows the material. He could probably skip class for a straight week and be completely fine. His grades for attendance would suffer then, and he probably wouldn't be able to come up with a good enough excuse to pull that off. He can't really be bothered with an extensive lie either. He groans.
There's a light scuffling from the end of the hallway. Most of the kids have left by now, excited by the idea of getting out of class and going home for the weekend. Lovino didn't bother rushing out. He would get home eventually. There's not much to do at home anyway, so there's not rush for him. He glances to the side to see a boy and girl walking his direction. He turns back to his locker. He flips through another notebook just in case. He decides it's pointless and puts his things away. He slams the locker.
He turns on his heel and is immediately pushed back against the lockers. He winces at the pain of the lock digging into his back. The clatter of books dropping sound around him. Closing his eyes, he bites the inside of his lip and counts to ten. His time is knocked out of his head by a laugh. He opens his eyes to glare at the boy from earlier, pointing at him and laughing. He's a big kid, a junior or sophomore, Lovino doesn't care. The boy catches his unamused expression and his smile slips from his face. He takes off running down the hallway. Lovino is positive if they were to actually get into a fight, the other boy would win. He's bigger and Lovino doesn't work out like others do. He could never be bothered enough to keep up with a workout schedule. His body is fine the way it is.
He takes a deep breath and looks down. Staring up at him are bright purple eyes blinking in confusion and concern. He takes the girls shoulders in his hands and pushes her back. She continues to stare at him, then burst out in an 'oh!' and drops to her knees. Lovino steps out of her way, avoiding her papers as she picks them up.
"I'm so sorry about that. Carlos can be mean sometimes, and I'm sorry he pushed me into you," the girl rambles on, scraping her books into her lap. Lovino raises an eyebrow at her. She shouldn't really be apologizing for someone else's actions. It hadn't been her fault some asshole thought it'd be funny to push her. He turns away from her wordlessly. He can still hear her fumbling with her papers.
"Ah WAIT!" He pauses in his strides. He steps back to be halfway facing the girl, still on the floor. She has her hand reached out to him. She pulls back once he's looking at her, his neutral resting bitch face back in place. She fumbles with her fingers.
"I'm sorry, again, for running into you," She smiles gently at him. Lovino just stares at her. No one should apologize that much. Her eyes are like an open book, giving away her sincere feelings. They are expressive and sparkling at him. He bites his tongue. With a shrug, he faces the exit once more and leaves. He doesn't look back to her, a small part of him wishes he did. Her eyes had been beautiful.
AN: Maybe a rare pair, but still cute. Hope you enjoy~
Art: Stinkling on tumblr
