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This was the last time, definitely the last time you’d do Hange the favor of taking reports and documents to Levi’s office. Why couldn’t they ask Nifa or Moblit? It was always you because, according to them, there was too much work to do in the lab and their subordinates were engrossed in other tasks at the moment. And what a coincidence that every time you stopped by the lab, they had reports to deliver to that idiot midget. Besides, it was no secret to anyone that you and Levi were like oil and water.
Your bickering was the bread and butter of the day, and some bet that if you didn’t end up killing each other, you would probably end up getting married one day.
An insufferable, reckless brat. That was Levi’s concept of you. And not to mention how inconsiderate you were to his wounded soul. His heart twisted in his chest every time you exposed yourself to danger trying to play the hero in each expedition.
You can’t save them all.
His words echoed in your head as you walked to his office with the folders in your hands. You would not forgive him after making you feel small in front of the squad, barking and shouting how foolish you were for not following his instructions. He even threatened you. One more mistake and he would kick you off the squad.
You growled, and without knocking, you opened his door. Levi was filling reports, engaged in his work that he didn’t even bother to say hi nor raise his gaze towards you. You rolled the eyes and stomped irritated towards his desk.
“Hange sends these,” you unabashedly said and dropped the pile by the end of the table. “Have fun”
He simply hummed in response.
Jerk.
“What did you say?” He lifted a brow, glancing in your direction.
“That you’re the coolest captain in the legion” You looked at him defiantly, crossing your arms over your chest.
Levi frowned. He would not tolerate any kind of disrespect from any of his subordinates, much less from you. He was still angry for putting yourself in jeopardize without thinking about the consequences of your actions.
Would he be that agitated for any other member of the scouts? or even of his squad?
Probably not.
“I’m taking my leave now” you turned around and began walking towards the door.
“I haven’t dismissed you yet” Levi stood up and followed you. You swirled on your feet again to face him and shrugged. “It’s my day off, and you’re ruining it with your crabby face”
Levi was fuming. It was written on his face. His tightened jaw and his fists clenched at his sides were enough to make you swallowed hard. You tried to keep your composure, though his intimidating gaze sent shivers down your spine. A cold bead of sweat rolled down your temple as he approached.
For each step he took forward, you moved two backwards until the stony wall got in your way.
“I… should… Hange is wai…” your voice trembled. Levi was standing in front of you, so close you could hear his heartbeat. Your eyes darted around; a road to escape seemed impossible.
“Why don’t you ever listen to me?” His minty breath brushed lightly against your lips. “You always do whatever you want, always determined to get on my nerves.” His thin brows knitted together, rage pulsing through his veins.
“I would never abandon my comrades!” You placed your palms on his chest in an attempt to push him away from you. “Besides, I can take care of myself! I don’t need your concern.” You looked down and bit your lip, thinking about what to say next. “I wouldn’t be the first or the last one to—”
“That’s the problem, y/n.” He grabbed your wrists and pinned them against the wall by either side of your head. You squeezed your eyes shut; your heart hammered in your chest as you held your breath waiting for him to speak. “I can’t stop worrying about you”
What?
Before you knew it, his lips crashed against yours as if he was reclaiming what belonged to him. Your eyes opened wide as you tugged against his forceful grip, whining; but the rush of helplessness soon subsided, and you finally gave into his ravenous kiss.
His insistent mouth parted your shivering lips, and demanding, his tongue slipped inside your mouth. He didn’t bother to ask for permission. He kissed you harder, deeper and with a fervent need, as a starving man, evoking sensations that you’d never imagine you were capable of feeling.
You were kissing urgently, like your lives depended on it. The weight of his body pressing against yours felt extraordinary; he was so close that every inch of your body was melting with his. The smell of his shampoo and that extra scent-just him-were intoxicating. You breathed him, savored him, drank him.
It was what you wanted all this time, to have him…
Closer, closer, closer.
You grasped for air as soon as he pulled apart. He was panting, too. His face flushed red, and his lips swollen; his drooping eyes staring down at yours. He looked heavenly.
Levi let go of your hands and your fingers traced your bruised lips to make sure it was all real.
“Did… did you really mean that kiss?”
Levi remained silent for a while. Why was it so hard to accept it?
Say yes, say yes, say yes.
“What if I did?” he bit his lower lip, regretting the harsh tone he pulled out.
You sighed. “Well, it would be a relief my feelings are reciprocated”
He froze, staring at you with wide eyes and raised brows, and suddenly, the weight of the world faded away from his chest.
A small smile drew on his lips as he pressed his forehead against yours. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply and wondering when or how it happened. Maybe his heart was always right, and his stubborn head refused to listen trying to convince him that you were a nuisance, yet his eyes followed you every time you stepped into his visual field; his hands refrained from going further when he helped you put your straps on; and his nose couldn’t help but to delight with your smell whenever you walked beside him.
He was reluctant to accept his feelings because he was afraid of getting too attached and lose you; because his bruised heart might not be able to endure another stab.
Levi hugged you tight, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. He didn’t want you to see his silly face while saying those words you longed to hear.
“I like you, too. I like everything that makes you annoyingly you”