Mismatch (Levi x Reader) Part Five

    You were bright and early the next morning, last night’s awesome feeling carried over, and you strode down the hall, never having felt better as far as you remembered getting into the Scouting Legion. You greeted everyone with a smile as you strode down the hall, heading for Hanji’s office.

    “[First]!” You turned at the sound of your name to see Petra hurrying to catch up with you. “Going with Hanji today?”

    “Yup,” you replied. “I think she misses me.” You giggled. “You?”

    “Not sure,” she replied. “I’m heading to Levi’s for extra instructions. I think we’re training the kids today.”

    Bitter jealousy bit at your stomach, sour on your tongue. But you smiled anyway and bid her good-by.

     “Ah, [First]~!” Hanji practically tackled you into a bear hug. “I missed you!”

    “Choking, not breathing...!” you gasped, and she pulled away to meet your gaze. “I missed you too, Hanji.”

    “Where the hell have you been?” she half-screamed at you. “You—“

    “That’s enough, shittyglasses,” a curt voice cut in at the doorway. “[First] is coming with me today.”

    Your eyes widened. What did he need cleaning now?

    “Why? You had her the day before last and Auruo had her yesterday! Why can’t I have a chance with [First]?” She put on her best puppy-dog eyes and pouted at the corporal.

    “Because I need he help with the kids,” he grumbled. “I told her she would be demonstrating the next day but since that idiot Auruo needed her yesterday I might as well have her today. Got a problem with that?” Without another word he slammed the door, leaving Hanji to pout at you.

    “Relax, Hanji. Levi must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed.” You smiled in spite of yourself; you still couldn’t believe Levi would personally request for you. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

    “Aww, give me a hug before you go!” She pulled you into a bear hug and you had to call in Moblit to help you pry her off your uniform before the folds could stay.

    And so here you were, clad in your maneuver gear, arms folded as you waited for Levi’s orders. He was busy telling the kids how to effectively clean the windows—I mean, how does cleaning the windows certify as training?

    “Oi, [Last].” You glanced up, brows raised. “Go make that gear useful.”

    With a soft huff you took out your pistols and shot up into the air, at the right window, gently placing your boots on the metal frames that separated the panes. It’s going to be a long day, you thought.

    “Okay, that’s enough excitement for the night,” Gunther said after everything had been cleared up. “Everyone to bed.”

    The sounds of wood scraping stone and boots thumping over the floor echoed in your ears and bounced off the walls as you and the others stepped out to the hall.

    “Whew!”

    You grinned as she flopped on her bed. “Had an exciting day?”

    She laughed. “Yeah.” She rolled over on her back. “So...” she trailed away, drawing out the ‘o’, and you glanced at her, eyebrow raised. “You and Auruo, eh?”

    This startled you, and the belt on your thigh snapped back into place with a slap. “W-what?” You laughed out loud, more in shock than anything else. “What makes you think that?”

    “I mean, I saw you coming from Auruo’s room totally disheveled and it’s pretty obvious that you and he, well....”

    “What? No! I’m not...he and I aren’t....” You groaned. Your denial only made her grin grow. “Come on, Petra; how am I supposed to be in love with Auruo? HE’s such a jerk, calling everyone else ‘brat’ and all.”

    “Well, he didn’t used to be so condescending,” she said, and you restarted taking off your harness. “He used to be so sweet and so nice, despite being grumpy all the time. He and I used to spend all of our time together and we’d just play in the sun after doing chores.”

    “How did you guys meet?”

    “Well, I was watering my mother’s plants when I saw this boy right there, and he asked if we could be friends. I asked my mum and she said ‘okay’, and then I spent the afternoon playing with him.” She sighed wistfully. “I wish we could go back to how things were before.”

    “Why? What happened?”

    “Well, the next time we met after we got separated was in the Survey Corps, he wasn’t the same because he...took after the captain and now he’s this...asshole.” She sighed.

    “So...you’re telling me that if he goes back to the way he was before...you’ll love him?” You gasped like Pewdiepie in realization.

    “W-what?” She flushed so hard she looked like she could blend in with Mikasa’s scarf.

    “I knew it!” you screamed. “I knew you had a thing for Auruo!” You started giggling like a little girl while she tried denying it.

    “Don’t deny it, girl!” you squeaked. “You got it bad!”

    “But I wasn’t the one having sex with him!”

    You were suddenly laughing out of shock. “W-what? What, no!”

    “I saw you!” she snapped. “I saw you come out of his room totally disheveled and flushed!”

    “Hah, and so what? I thought you were so in looo—“

    “Lieutenant [Last].”

    You screamed, leaping backward onto your bed with Sasha’s crane stance at he doorway, only to realize that the captain was standing right there with his usual deadpan and a raised brow.

    “What the hell are you doing, fucking around?” he asked you. “My office, now.” With that, he slammed the door.

    You groaned. What were you in trouble for now?

    You leapt off the bed and tried to fit on your harness once more while dragging your boots and your jacket in your mouth as you made your way down the hall. Petra only laughed at you and you only wrinkled your nose at her in a feeble attempt at ‘I’ll get you later’.

    You’d successfully put on your harness, looked decent in your [color] [kind] shirt, and was currently putting on your right boot as you hopped on your left foot.

    “A-HA,” you cried out triumphantly. “GOTCHA—WOO-HOOA—!” But you tumbled backwards against a door, having lost your balance, and glanced up to see perfectly shined brown boots, trailing up to stormy gray eyes. You smiled sheepishly, as if it would make any difference.

    “Hi, sir.”

    “Tch.”

    You scrambled to your feet as he moved to take up some tea, and dusted yourself off as he leaned against his desk.

    “What the hell was that about Bossard?”

    You glanced up, startled. “Uh...sir?”

    “I said,” he glanced at you with piercing silver eyes, “what the fuck was that about you fucking with Bossard?”

    “Uhh....” You flushed red and scratched the back of your neck. How were you going to answer him this time? Not to mention the fact that you stepped out of Auruo’s room before Levi told you to stay with him. It was the morning after the blond had drunk so much, the day you told everyone he had the stomach bug. “I wasn’t, well, fucking”—you winced—“with Auruo, sir. I said—“

    “Cut it with that ‘sir’ shit,” he grumbled.

    “I said that he had a stomach bug the day before, but it started the night before last, and I said that I’d stay with him until morning so that if he needed anything I would be there for him.”

    You jumped as something slammed on the warm wooden surface of his desk. Levi had slammed the teacup far harder than he’d intended to. For once, you trembled. He never called you for anything at night, at least not this late at night, or for something as trivial as sleeping with Auruo. I mean, why should he care for someone like me?

    “Continue.”

    “He did tell me to stay the night with him, and the next morning Petra caught me in a state of undress. She must have thought the wrong thing, even when I told her it wasn’t that.”

    There was silence. Terse, tight silence until he broke it, voice quiet.

    “Do you like him?”

    “S-sir?” He glared at you. “L-Levi?”

    “Do you like Auruo?”

    “Uhh...yes?” You blinked. It was a nice, safe answer.

    “Okay.” His voice was quiet, just a little over a whisper. “Dismissed.”

    You swallowed, but departed nonetheless.

    “What did he want?” Petra asked as you changed into sleeping clothes.

    “He wanted to know what was that about,” you gave her ‘the eye’, “fucking with Auruo?”

    “W-what?” She smiled nervously. “What are you talking about?”

    “Apparently, a little bird told him that I was screwing with Bossard two nights ago.” You eyed her suspiciously. “Was it you, perhaps, Petra? Hmmm?”

    “I’m sorry!” she squeaked. “Levi wanted to know what was bothering me and, well....”

    You sighed. “Oh, get to sleep,” you grumbled, and turned over in our covers.