Gajeel grunted and a puff of steam came out of his mouth as he walked towards the guild. It was the day before Valentine's Day and everyone was already partying like there was no tomorrow. Gajeel, being the indifferent person that he was, left his house not too long ago to show up fashionably late to the guild. "What a stupid holiday. Give out some chocolates? Give each other flowers? That's laughable." Just as he said this, he arrived at the guild entrance and saw Gray and Loke snowball fighting outside.

"Oi, Loke, whatcha doing out of your zodiac gate?" the dragon slayer asked.

"Yo," he responded with a smile. "I summoned myself out here with my own magic since I wanted to spend a few days here with the guild. I'm still a member, after all." As soon as he finished, an ice ball met his face.

"Eat that!" Gray shouted.

"Hey, don't go throwing ice, you bastard! It feels like concrete," Loke yelled.

"It rained a bit yesterday so the snow's rough anyway, pussy!"

The guild doors creaked open slightly and the smell of wood burning introduced itself to Gajeel. He actually liked the dark and rich smell of the fireplace that they set up just for winter; it made him feel warm and cozy inside. Since he was too busy watching the fiasco in front of him, he didn't bother turning his head to see who stepped outside of the building. Gray and Loke were running around dodging each other's massive snowballs, so Gajeel decided to join in. He stooped down, grabbed a large handful of snow, and crunched it up into a dense ball. Gray was running to the right while eyeing Gajeel's bundle of snow. He skillfully waited to dodge it, and with success, he leapt out of the way, just in time for the snowball to hit someone else. The speed in which Gajeel threw the snowball was so great that even after missing its target, it kept flying a good thirty feet until it hit an innocent pedestrian who was careful to keep some distance between herself and the boys.

"Ah-… ow," the girl whimpered as she tightly hugged the large tome that was in her arms. The three males turned around to see one of their fellow mages with snow in her face. Gajeel went pale. "Crap," he muttered as he ran to her to see if she was alright. The smell of the fireplace had overwhelmed his senses so he couldn't smell her before. The other two guys followed behind hastily. They wanted to help, too, but Gajeel's large figure deliberately blocked them from getting closer to her.

"You okay?" Gray asked.

"I'm fine," the girl with blue hair said as she tried to wipe away the snow that struck her face.

"L-let me help you with that," Gajeel quickly said and before Levy could wipe off any more snow, his hands were on her face, frantically trying to wipe the rest of it off. All he could think about was how his snowball had hit her of all people, and without even thinking, he reached down to brush off the snow that seeped into her jacket.

"W-what are you doing!?" Levy panicked.

"Huh?" Gajeel snapped out of it and looked at her with wide eyes, realizing where his hands were. He comically pulled back, yelled at himself, and quietly apologized, while the other two guys snickered to each other until the taller man shot them a death glare and shut them up. He then looked back at Levy and brushed off the rest of the snow from her face, only to realize that the dense snowball had left quite a few scratches on the left side of her face.

"Damn it," he berated himself under his breath.

"Gajeel, I'm fine, really," Levy stated sheepishly while looking up at him with her large hazel eyes.

"Let's take you to Wendy."

"It's not that big of a deal. Besides, Wendy heals magic, not these types of things, remember?" Right, it was Chelia who could heal wounds.

"Whatever. Just put a patch on it then," he said, trying not to seem to care as much as he really did. He wanted to put one on for her but… nah. "Where ya headed?"

"Back home," she replied. Then there was a little bit of that awkward silence. Loke and Gray then dismissed themselves after apologizing to Levy for the mess.

"That looks heavy," Gajeel pointed to the book.

"Yeah, I guess…" Before she could say anything else, he took the book from her hands and examined it. Metals: The Science, Facts, and Magic.

"Um," Levy froze in place. "That's… I was just… going to help Erza come up with the best armor," Levy prudently came up with. Although her shaky voice proved that she wasn't the greatest liar, all that reading really made her clever when put on the spot, but now that she thought about it, helping Erza with her armor wouldn't be a bad idea. Gajeel lifted an eyebrow and just shrugged it off. Levy quietly sighed in relief until she had the distasteful opportunity of seeing the evil brute drop-kick her book across Magnolia. "What was that for!?" she shrieked and ran after her book.

"Gihi," he laughed and went into the guild. He kicked the book close to Fairy Hills so that she wouldn't have to carry that heavy brick. Meanwhile, Levy chased after it and went to where she thought it landed. Yes, it was near the female dorms, but she couldn't find it even after half an hour of searching in the cold snow.

"It's gotta be here somewhere…" she groaned. Finally, she spotted it. Where was it? In the water. She walked over to the small lake shore that was adjacent to the dorms while shivering and fished the tome out of the freezing, knee-deep water. "Damn… what a jerk."

A/N: Thanks for reading this chapter!

I realized that the title could be controversial a little too late, so before any of you come to me saying white is a shade and not a color, please consider this:

When we see a color, for example, a blue pen, we see the only color that the pen reflects: blue. It absorbs every other color except blue, yet we call blue a color. A white pen, though, reflects all light, meaning white is indeed a color. Black, on the other hand, absorbs all colors (fun fact: this is why you don't wear a black shirt on hot days because it absorbs more heat than other colors). So yeah, white is a color. Thankies :)