— shinsuke has decided you’re his wife, which means you’re contractually obligated to eat lunch like a queen.
kita shinsuke x f!reader
c: fluff!!
he’s such a man, i wanna lick him
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
kita has always been a reliable man. dependable. consistent. if the world was ending tomorrow, people would line up behind him with clipboards in hand because they knew he’d somehow find a way to coordinate survival.
but reliable doesn’t begin to cover it when he decides, very plainly, that you are his wife.
not “potential wife.” not “maybe one day wife.” no—wife.
the paperwork may not exist, the rings may not shine on your finger, but every morning like clockwork, there’s a neatly wrapped bento box on your desk with a small, perfectly written note:
for my lawful wife.
the first time, you laughed. the second time, you blinked. the third time, you stopped laughing because the handwriting was deadly serious. the fourth time, you ate the food without complaints, because even if you weren’t married to kita shinsuke, your stomach apparently was.
and the food—dear heavens, the food. if there was a cooking olympics, kita would leave with so many medals his neck would snap. the rice was fluffy. the tamagoyaki was soft and sweet. the chicken was crispy perfection. he somehow made vegetables taste like they had been kissed by angels.
and every day, like a contract signed in sauce and soy, there’s the label:
for my lawful wife.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
you’ve told him before. you’ve cornered him at practice, half-exasperated, waving the little sticky notes in his face.
“kita. i’m not your wife.”
he’d only blinked those slow, gentle eyes of his, like a farm cat who had already killed the mouse and didn’t see why you were complaining about the corpse on your doorstep.
“not legally,” he said, voice calm, like he had consulted a lawyer about this and the lawyer had confirmed. “but it’s just a matter of time.”
a matter of time.
like he was waiting for a kettle to boil. like he was patient enough to count every grain of rice in japan. like he was so confident that the world itself would rearrange around the inevitability of you standing next to him in a matching apron, peeling carrots.
and the worst part? the absolute audacity?
he was right.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
you’re head over heels for him, of course. embarrassingly so. your heart stumbles whenever he tilts his head, whenever he says your name with that calm, steady voice GAWD, whenever he hands you chopsticks like you’re too delicate to pick them up yourself.
but he doesn’t know that. you’ve made sure he doesn’t know that. you’re careful. you hide your blushes behind fake scowls, you roll your eyes until they’re practically in the stratosphere, you act like the bento boxes are a burden instead of the highlight of your day.
so why, pray tell, does kita look so smug every time you eat every last grain of rice?
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
there was the time he caught you licking sauce from your thumb, eyes fluttering shut because it was that good. when you opened your eyes, kita was standing there, expression as blank as a chalkboard, but his ears—the tips of his ears—were pink.
“you liked it?” he asked, voice so soft it barely rustled the air.
“i—it’s fine,” you stammered, wiping your hand like you hadn’t just committed the world’s most incriminating crime.
“good,” he said, and then, with the subtlety of a man declaring war, “my wife deserves the best.”
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
sometimes, you think he must be joking. no one can be that straightforward. no one can be that devoted, that shameless. but kita isn’t anyone—he’s kita shinsuke, the boy who ironed his school uniform at age twelve, the boy who can’t lie because his soul is made of honest-to-god wheat fields and sincerity.
when he says you’re his wife, he means it.
and when you lie awake at night, hugging your pillow, face burning so hot you could power a small generator, you know you mean it too—even if you’ve never said it out loud.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
it’s the little things that undo you.
the way he knows exactly how you like your rice packed. the way he slices fruit into bite-sized pieces because “you shouldn’t trouble yourself with peeling oranges.” the way he adjusts his routine so that no matter what, your lunch is ready before his.
who does that? who prioritizes someone else’s lunch before his own?
kita shinsuke, that’s who.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
on a random tuesday.
you open your bento to find, as always, perfection arranged with surgical precision: rice with sesame seeds sprinkled into the shape of a heart (he’s not subtle), glossy karaage, pickled radish cut into little flowers. but tucked under the chopsticks is something new.
a folded piece of paper.
your stomach flips.
your hands shake.
you unfold it, bracing yourself for—what? a confession? a proposal? a grocery list?
it reads:
“don’t forget you’re mine. - your husband.”
your husband.
you slam the lid shut so hard it nearly cracks. you can feel your ears sizzling. you want to scream into a pillow, to throw yourself into the sun, to stomp over to him and demand—what, exactly? demand that he stop calling himself your husband? demand that he stop taking such good care of you? demand that he stop looking at you like you’re the sun he personally planted in his rice field?
you do none of those things. you sit quietly. you eat every last bite. and when kita passes by your desk later, eyes flicking down to see your empty bento, he smiles.
not wide. not cocky. just a tiny, knowing smile.
you want to die.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
the week has been unbearable—every lunch, every sticky note, every little reminder that kita shinsuke has already packed you into the tupperware of his heart and sealed the lid.
you can’t take it anymore.
he hands you your bento that morning, wrapped in a pale blue cloth. his fingers brush yours—just barely, but it’s enough to spark every nerve in your body like dry grass in a wildfire.
“for my lawful wife,” he murmurs, as always.
“kita,” you blurt, throat dry.
he blinks. “yes?”
and then—you lean in, reckless, desperate, and kiss him. right there, in the middle of the hall.
it’s clumsy, too fast, your lips pressing against his like you’re trying to stamp approved on his soul. but kita—oh, kita—he’s steady. calm. one hand rises, cups your cheek with unbearable gentleness, holding you like you’re made of glass, and he kisses you back.
soft. slow. devastating.
when you pull away, you’re panting, face blazing hotter than the surface of the sun.
“i’m not—i’m not your wife,” you whisper, weak, like you’ve already lost.
he looks at you, utterly unshaken.
“not yet,” he says, eyes burning like wildfire contained in a glass jar. “but you kissed me, so we’re closer than yesterday.”
and you realize, with horrifying clarity, that you’re never escaping this.
not that you want to.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
later, when you open your bento, the sticky note doesn’t say “for my lawful wife.”
it says:
“for the girl who finally kissed her husband.”
you nearly choke on your rice.
and from across the room, kita smiles that tiny, devastating smile again—like he already knew you would.
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
a: i want him so bad, no one stop me once i jump him. ushi and kenma fic tomorrow or whenever i can write ✌︎˶╹ꇴ╹˶✌︎
note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works + the synopsis for each fic belongs to the author who wrote the fic
kuroo tetsuro
taste test - kaientai
synopsis: when you taste the same thing as your soulmate, things get interesting
red all over - meldve
synopsis: you are trapped in an elevator with your work rival, kuroo. what else could go wrong?
your name - tsukisemi
synopsis: kuroo finds you really cute, too bad you keep giving him a fake name every time you come into the coffee shop he works at
public transit - orphan_account
synopsis: your heart pounded, knowing you were being touched, and he was watching you.
but when he loves me - sweetcandyliar
synopsis: there are so many ways that kuroo tells you he loves you.
somewhere only we know - wanderwithme (wanderlustt)
synopsis: four times kuroo proposes to you - and the last time he does
meeting the boys - orphan_account
synopsis: in which no one really believes kuroo could get a girlfriend as incredible as you
落葉 | rakuyou - deltachye
synopsis: maple leaves are most beautiful in which they have died, falling slowly, waiting patiently to be reborn
riverbank - itsleese
synopsis: you're reminded of the little boy you loved way back then, the riverbank you played at together. maybe you should go see it?
caring cats - haikyuu_philia
synopsis: nekoma is family
disrupted meetings - sansos
synopsis: dr. tetsurou kuroo’s research group has transitioned to hosting meetings online. what could go wrong?
cat ears - just__j
synopsis: kuroo approaches you, captain of the girls club, with a proposition of a bet for the losing captain
kozume kenma
change the channel - alkale
synopsis: "i want to buy your game from you"
kodzuken does not have a girlfriend - bunnytime
synopsis: it has been a running joke that kodzuken lies about having a girlfriend for years now. needless to say, his fanbase is convinced he doesn’t really have a girlfriend
second place - yourqueenhasarrived
synopsis: kenma forgets your anniversary and once again pushes you aside for his gaming career. how much can you take?
an inconvenient crush - the_only_iris
synopsis: kenma has had the biggest crush on twitch streamer, (y/n). what happens when their paths cross?
learning process - nomazee
synopsis: you and kenma always had an interesting dynamic. kuroo found it nice for everyone involved
thank you for being a friend! - heichoe
synopsis: ”if it helps: when you gave kuroo head in high school, he said it was great"
yaku morisuke
who dares speak aloud these words (intended for the heart to speak) - sunmoonstarsrain
synopsis: yaku bursts into her life like a hurricane, even whilst akaashi lingers on like the memory of a summer breeze
artists eyes - teapots_and_teacups
synopsis: yaku was used to being ignored on the court
if only i were selfish - this noodle writes
synopsis: yaku was anything but a selfish man, but being selfless had cost him you once before. so, when he gets the chance to see you again, will he finally be selfish enough to try?
note: as you can tell, i'm trying a different recommendations style- what do you think? do you think i should switch back to the first one or is this one better? would love to know your thoughts
note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works
⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*
atsumu
neon lights (in a world gray)
triple trouble
drunk mind sober heart
green with envy
a commemoration of firsts
till one of us caves
long black
anyways, don't be a stranger
kageyama
fate
when one door closes
stolen kisses
miscommunication
him?!
haunt me
volleyball on the brain
you can hear it in the silence
sakusa
soft and wet
public transit
miscarry
it's still love
drawing our moments
bed
this victory is mine, and yours
touch starved
oikawa
babygirl
pinch
two stories
settle
always
perfect
pain split
here's to the sixth time
ushijima
request
trust fall
atlas
bitter / sweet
soft, but for you only
in time
page 304
bokuto
inferior
an accidental heroine
as loud as you like
lucid
swept up in the moment
heart attack
oikawa has a fat crush on you, a human brick wall.
wc: 3.2k, request
the floor of the aoba johsai gymnasium was cold, hard, and unforgiving, which was fitting because it perfectly matched the emotional vibe you had been radiating for the last forty-five minutes.
oikawa was currently defying several laws of physics and human dignity by sprawling himself across the polished wood, his chin resting on his crossed forearms as he tracked your every move. to the untrained eye, he looked like a golden retriever that had been left out in the rain and was now begging for scraps. to iwaizumi, he looked like a pathetic biohazard that needed to be swept into a dustpan and thrown into the nearest incinerator.
but to you? you were just putting your water bottle into your duffel bag.
“y/n-chan,” oikawa crooned, his voice hitting a pitch that only dogs and desperately lonely teenagers could hear. “did you see my serve today? the one where i absolutely obliterated the water bottle on the other side? it was like a meteor strike. a beautiful, majestic, athletic marvel.”
you pulled the zipper of your bag shut. the noise it made was significantly louder than your actual response.
“yeah,” you said.
oikawa’s soul practically left his body and did a little victory dance before slamming back into his ribcage. ‘yeah. she said yeah!’ that was an affirmative! that was a confirmation of his existence! she had perceived him!
“wasn’t it amazing? didn’t it make your heart do a little flip-flop? like a pancake?” he scrambled to his knees, ignoring the protesting creak of his joints. his brown eyes were wide, glittering with the intensity of a thousand burning suns, and if he had a tail, it would have been clearing the equipment off the nearby benches. “i practice that just for you, you know. to dazzle you. to sweep you off your feet so violently that you require medical attention.”
“cool,” you replied.
you slung the bag over your shoulder and stood up. you didn’t look at him with disdain, which was the tragedy of it. you didn’t look at him with annoyance. you looked at him with the calm, neutral serenity of a person observing a moderately interesting boulder.
oikawa clutched his chest, gasping for air as if you had just physically reached in and squeezed his lungs. he was so violently down bad for you that it was actively lowering his blood pressure. he was a puddle. a heap of absolute mush. if you told him to go bark at a passing car, he would ask which brand of sedan you preferred him to target.
iwaizumi walked past, dribbling a volleyball, and used his free hand to shove the back of oikawa’s head. “stop acting like a dying victorian maiden, shittykawa. she’s trying to go home.”
“iwa-chan, you brute! you’re interrupting a monumental romantic breakthrough!” oikawa shrieked, popping up to his feet like a jack-in-the-box powered by pure desperation. he smoothed down his alien-themed t-shirt and bounced over to your side, refusing to let the heavy atmosphere of your nonchalance crush his spirits. “y/n-chan, let me carry your bag. it looks heavy. it looks like it’s weighing down your delicate, beautiful shoulders, and as your future husband, it’s my sworn duty to protect your posture.”
“it’s just towel and a water bottle,” you noted, handing it to him anyway because, hey, free labor is free labor.
the way he seized that bag was nothing short of feral. he held it against his chest like it was a sacred relic containing the secrets of the universe, inhaling deeply as if your fabric softener was the finest french perfume. it was terrifying, really. if anyone else did it, you’d probably call the police. but oikawa carried an aura of chaotic, puppy-like sincerity that made his borderline deranged behavior feel strangely domestic.
you started walking toward the exit, and he fell into step beside you instantly, his stride matching yours with a precision that hinted at hours of subconscious practice.
“so,” oikawa started, his voice dripping with hopeful honey. “since we’re both done and the sun is setting in a highly cinematic fashion, would you care to accompany me to get milk bread? my treat. i’ll buy you anything you want. i’ll buy you the whole bakery. i’ll buy you the plot of land the bakery stands on.”
“sure,” you said, shoving your hands into your jacket pockets.
oikawa stopped dead in his tracks. his brain short-circuited. the internal gears jammed, sparks flew, and a tiny windows error sound echoed in the depths of his mind. sure. you didn’t say no. you didn’t give a vague excuse about having to wash your goldfish. you said sure. he covered his face with his free hand, letting out a high-pitched, muffled whine of pure, unadulterated adoration. you were destroying him. you were picking him apart atom by atom with single-syllable words. he was a grandmaster at volleyball, the great king of the court, a heartthrob with a fan club that required crowd control, and here he was, reduced to a quivering mess of jelly because a girl who talked like an automated text-to-speech program agreed to walk to a convenience store with him.
“y/n-chan,” he whined, jogging to catch up again, his face flushed a furious shade of pink. “you can’t just do that to a man’s heart. it’s fragile. it’s a delicate ecosystem. you are global warming and i am a helpless polar bear.”
“it’s just bread, tōru,” you said mildly.
hearing your voice utter his first name caused his knees to buckle. he actually stumbled, catching himself on the doorframe of the gym. “say it again.”
“what?”
“my name. say it again. put me in a coffin, y/n-chan. bury me six feet under with the sweet, sweet sound of your voice.”
you blinked at him. your face remained a masterpiece of blankness, though the corner of your mouth twitched by approximately half a millimeter. “tōru. let’s go.”
he let out a sound that could only be described as a tea kettle reaching maximum boiling capacity. he followed you out of the school gates, clutching your gym bag to his chest with enough force to fuse the fibers together, grinning like a complete and utter madman.
the walk to the convenience store was a masterclass in contrasting energies.
on the left, there was you: walking in a straight line, hands in pockets, looking like you were contemplating the existential dread of a monday morning. on the right, there was oikawa: vibrating at a frequency that was probably disruptive to local radar systems, talking at a rate of two hundred words per minute, and aggressively gesticulating with his free hand.
“and then i told matsukawa that there was no way his block was better than mine, because my blocks are fueled by the power of love and aesthetics, whereas his blocks are fueled by spite and bad memes. don’t you agree, y/n-chan? don’t you think my presence at the net is like a gorgeous, impassable brick wall made of marble and gold?”
“hmm.. well, you’re tall,” you offered.
oikawa pressed a hand to his forehead, reeling back as if you had struck him with a physical blow of overwhelming affection. “tall! she thinks i’m tall! i’m a giant in her eyes! a colossus! a titan of romance!”
“i mean, objectively. the door frames are a struggle for you.”
“it is a struggle i gladly bear for you! i will duck under every doorway in the world if it means i can stand by your side!” he leaned in closer, invading your personal space with zero shame and one hundred percent intent. his shoulder brushed against yours, and he didn’t pull away. instead, he leaned into the contact, walking with a slight tilt just to maintain that friction. “you’re a little smaller compared to me. it’s adorable. i want to put you in my pocket and carry you around like a little hamster.”
“i would suffocate,” you noted, your voice monotone.
“worth it! the pure joy of being near me would sustain your oxygen levels!” he laughed, a bright, bubbly sound that filled the quiet evening air.
it was a strange dynamic, and anyone watching from the outside would assume oikawa was harassing a very bored stranger. but the truth was, you weren’t bored at all. your heart was doing heavy metal drum solos against your ribs, and the warmth radiating from where his shoulder pressed against yours was making your ears burn. you just weren’t built for grand displays of emotion. your brain didn’t process feelings through your face or your vocal cords; it processed them by simply existing in the space someone carved out for you.
and oikawa was carving out a space the size of a small country.
you reached the convenience store, the little chime at the door announcing their arrival. oikawa immediately made a beeline for the bakery aisle, dragging you along by the sleeve of your jacket.
“okay, y/n-chan! the feast of champions! what do you want? chocolate? strawberry? this one that looks like a bear? i’ll buy them all. i’m a sugar daddy. i have pocket money and i’m not afraid to use it.”
“just the plain milk bread is fine,” you said, pointing to the shelf.
“classic! elegant! pure! just like your soul!” oikawa grabbed three packs of milk bread, a carton of strawberry milk for himself, and your favorite drink, which he had memorized three months ago after intense, covert observation that borderlined on espionage.
at the counter, he paid with a flourish that was entirely unnecessary for a transaction involving baked goods. he took the plastic bag from the cashier, hooked it over his finger, and beamed down at you.
“to the park! to consume our victory meal under the stars!”
the park was mostly empty, save for a few stray pigeons and the distant sound of traffic. you both sat down on a wooden bench under a streetlight that cast a warm, yellow glow around you. the air was crisp, carrying the scent of cut grass and the looming promise of spring.
oikawa tore open a pack of milk bread and held it out to you with both hands, looking like he was offering a sacrifice to an ancient, powerful deity. “the finest bread in the prefecture for the finest girl in the universe.”
“thanks,” you said. you took a bite. it was soft, sweet, and comforting.
oikawa ripped off a piece of his own bread and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing happily. for a few glorious seconds, there was silence. the boy who never stopped talking was actually quiet, his eyes fixed on the sky where the first few stars were starting to poke through the twilight.
you looked at him out of the corner of your eye. without the exaggerated expressions and the dramatic whining, oikawa was breathtakingly handsome. the soft yellow light of the street lamp hit the bridge of his nose and the sharp line of his jaw. his brown hair was messy from practice, a few strands falling over his forehead. he looked human. soft.
he caught you looking.
instead of teasing you or making a loud joke, his expression softened into something so tender it felt illegal to look at. his lips curved into a small, genuine smile that didn’t reach for the cameras or the fan girls. it was just for you.
“y/n-chan,” he said softly, his voice dropping an octave, losing its performative edge. “you have a little bit of bread on your face.”
before you could lift your hand to wipe it away, he leaned in. his movements were slow, deliberate, giving you all the time in the world to pull back. you didn’t. you sat there, frozen, as his thumb gently brushed against the corner of your lips. his skin was warm, a little calloused from thousands of volleyball reps, but his touch was as light as a feather.
he didn’t pull his hand away immediately. his thumb lingered on your cheek, tracing a small, slow circle. his eyes were dark, focused entirely on your face, and the sheer gravity of his gaze made you feel like you were being pulled into orbit around him.
“you’re really pretty,” he murmured.
your heart skipped a beat. then it skipped another one. your face, usually a fortress of indifference, betrayed your face burning so hot it could rival the sun. “it’s dark. you can’t see.”
“i have 20/20 vision when it comes to you, my love,” he whispered, leaning in a fraction closer. his breath smelled faintly of sweetness. “i could see your beauty in a pitch-black cave during a power outage. i could feel it. you radiate it.”
you swallowed hard. your vocabulary, which was already limited to bare-minimum survival phrases, had completely evaporated. you were running on emergency backup systems.
“tōru,” you managed to say, your voice a little breathless.
“yes, darling? light of my life? center of my solar system?” he was smiling now, a blinding, beautiful thing that made you want to hide your face in his jacket.
“your face is very close.”
“is it? i hadn’t noticed. maybe i should get closer to investigate the phenomenon,” he teased, though his eyes weren’t joking at all. he looked at you with such intense, unbridled devotion that it made you feel like the most important person to ever walk the earth.
you gathered all the emotional energy you possessed, reached up, and placed your hand over his, which was still resting on your cheek. your hand was smaller, cooler, but as soon as you made contact, oikawa’s eyes widened.
you didn’t pull his hand away. you just held it there, leaning your face slightly into his palm.
“i like you too,” you said. it was simple. it was plain. it lacked the metaphors about polar bears and ancient gods. but it was yours.
oikawa ceased to function.
he didn’t scream. he didn’t faint. he just stared at you, his mouth falling open slightly, his eyes blowing wide. a single tear, dramatic and glistening, actually welled up in the corner of his left eye.
“y/n-chan,” he breathed, his voice cracking like a middle schooler going through puberty. “did you... did you just confess to me? is this real? am i dreaming? iwa-chan definitely hit me too hard with a volleyball and i’m currently in a coma in the nurse’s office.”
“you’re not in a coma,” you said, pulling your hand back, though the blush on your face hadn’t faded one bit. “don’t make me take it back.”
“no! absolutely not! no refunds! no returns! the transaction is complete!” oikawa surged forward, wrapping his long arms around your waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck. he squeezed you so tightly you could hear the air leaving your lungs in a soft huff. “oh my god, you like me. you actually like me. i’m the luckiest man alive. i’m the king of the world. aliens are real and they are witnessing my triumph.”
you sat there, engulfed in the scent of sweat, expensive shampoo, and strawberry milk, feeling the violent thudding of his heart against your chest. you slowly raised your arms and wrapped them around his broad shoulders, patting his back awkwardly.
“tōru, you’re squishing me.”
“i’m fusing our atoms together so we never have to be apart!” he wailed into your shoulder, laughing and sniffing at the same time. he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes brimming with a manic, overwhelming affection that made you dizzy. “this means we’re dating. i’m your boyfriend. i get to hold your hand in the hallways. i get to carry your books. i get to fight off all the unworthy peasants who dare to look in your general direction.”
“sure,” you said, the small, rare smile finally breaking through the ice of your expression.
oikawa let out another high-pitched noise of pure bliss and kissed your cheek. it was loud, sloppy, but it was the most romantic thing that had ever happened to you.
𓏵
the next morning, the entire aoba johsai volleyball team was gathered in the gym for morning practice, but productivity was at an all-time low.
this was because oikawa was sitting on the bench, staring at a small, hair tie on his wrist with the expression of a man who had just been handed the keys to heaven.
“he’s been like that for twenty minutes,” matsukawa whispered, leaning on his broom. “it’s creepy. he looks like he’s trying to communicate with it telepathically.”
“it’s her hair tie,” hanamaki said, shaking his head in pity. “he stole it from her bag yesterday after she confessed. he told me he’s going to frame it and hang it over his bed.”
iwaizumi walked over to oikawa, holding a clipboard, and looked down at the captain with pure, unadulterated disgust. “shittykawa. if you don’t stand up and start stretching in the next five seconds, i’m going to serve a ball directly into your spine.”
oikawa didn’t even flinch. he just lifted his wrist, pointing to the hair tie. “iwa-chan, look at it. look at the craftsmanship. the elastic integrity. the subtle hue of emerald green. she gave it to me.”
“she didn’t give it to you, you kleptomaniac, you took it when she wasn’t looking,” iwaizumi snapped.
“she didn’t stop me! that is a non-verbal agreement of romantic entanglement!” oikawa stood up, clutching his chest dramatically, his eyes shining with tears of joy. “you cannot comprehend the depth of our connection, iwa-chan. we speak on a higher plane. she says ‘yeah’ and it means ‘i love you with the burning passion of a thousand supernovas’. she says ‘sure’ and it means ‘let us elope to a tropical island and build a dynasty of gorgeous, athletic children’.”
you chose that exact moment to walk into the gym, holding a stack of clipboards for the coach. you had your normal, unreadable expression on your face, your hands moving mechanically as you set the clipboards down on the table.
oikawa’s head whipped around so fast he probably gave himself whiplash. “y/n-chan! my beloved! the morning sun of my life!”
he bolted across the gym floor, sliding on his knees for the last three feet until he was bowing at your feet, resting his forehead against your sneakers.
“good morning,” you said, looking down at his brown hair.
“it is a glorious morning! the birds are singing, the sky is blue, and you are here to bless my eyes with your presence!” he looked up at you, his chin resting on your shoe, blinking with massive, watery puppy eyes. “give me a percentage, y/n-chan. how much do you love me today? on a scale from one to a billion?”
you looked at him for a long, quiet moment. the entire gym went dead silent, everyone holding their breath to see how the resident dry-humored manager would handle the absolute weapon of mass affection kneeling at her feet.
you reached down and patted the top of his head twice, like you were praising a particularly obedient golden retriever.
“hundred.” you said.
oikawa let out a noise that sounded like a deflating balloon, collapsing entirely onto the floor in a heap of pure, unadulterated bliss, fully convinced that he was the main character of the greatest romance novel ever written.
n: as you can see, i gave up on not using honorifics since it gives life whenever it’s oikawa. also there’s a little height comparison PLEASE PLEASE DON’T TORCH ME
summary: levi isn’t bad at a lot, this just happened to be one of them. or: five times levi tries to propose and one time he does.
wc: 4.5k
levi ackerman is not a man that feared many things, in fact some would say he's fearless but that's not the case.
levi, like many people, has his own fears.
they just look a little different than everyone else's.
levi didn't know what the right way was to go about this. if it were up to him the two of you would just go down to the courthouse and elope. and if he was being totally honest, that had been his plan until hange caught wind of it.
after teasing him a little, they'd insisted on him buying a ring, even offering to go with him and as much as he didn't care for those things he knew one thing, that you did.
so he went and bought one.
a simple oval cut ring with a gold band. he wasn't sure of what to get, it's not like you two spoke about marriage often. you couldn't really plan for the future in your line of work.
but levi knew life was too short to not do what one desires.
which is exactly why this should have been simple.
it was not.
the small velvet box had been sitting in his uniform pocket for days now. it was something he was constantly aware of, something he knew he had to do but he, for whatever reason, kept putting it off. so it continued to sit there, burning a hole in his pocket.
i. in his office
he sat in his office chair, filling out documents like usual when you'd barged in.
he knew it was you because no one else would ever have the courage to walk into his office like that unannounced.
he didn't exactly hear much that you said when you came in, but he knew it had you heated. you were pacing his office as you spoke passionately, clearly you had been wanting to get this off your chest for a while. but he wasn't paying attention to that. he was paying attention to you.
he watched your face silently as it glowed in the dim lights of his office.
god were you beautiful.
"levi, you're not even listening." you said, stopping in front of him.
"¡ am. you just began to repeat yourself."
"because you weren't listening."
"i'm sorry. finish what you were saying." he said, gently taking ahold of your wrist.
you took that opportunity to slip into his lap, letting him wrap an arm around your waist as you continued talking again.
and he let you, let your voice fill his office once more as he silently studied your features. the way your eyes squint as you furrowed your eyebrows, or the slight pout your lips had when you spoke about something that upset you, or-
"levi!"
he blinks slowly. "hm?"
"what's up with you?"
"you look pretty." was all he said, catching you off guard.
his compliment brought a smile to your face, taking that opportunity to lean in and press a gentle kiss to his lips.
“thank you.”
he'd grunted in response, acknowledging your words.
a comfortable silence surrounded the both of you, one that was familiar. it was nice, familiar.
maybe he should do it now.
levi pulled you closer to him, looking at you deeply which caused you to tilt your head slightly in question as his free hand slowly gravitates toward his pocket.
"what is it?" you asked, messing with a bit of his hair.
deep breaths.
"i wan-"
he couldn't even start his sentence before someone barged into his office panting, catching you both of guard.
"captain lev-oh."
it was jean. the annoying brat.
"i'm so sorry captain." he apologised quickly, bowing his head.
you took this chance to get off levi's lap, straightening yourself up.
levi let a small noise of disapproval, the sudden lack of warmth not welcome.
"you're being requested urgently by higher ups, sir. i didn't mean to-"
"that enough." he grunts, standing from his chair. “let’s go then.”
he glanced at you as he walked toward the door, silently apologising for the interruption. you didn’t say anything, just nodding in response. you knew it wasn’t his fault.
ii. your bedroom.
rays of sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting a warm glow onto your boyfriend’s chest.
he was up, of course he was.
the fact he’d slept last night was a miracle but you were forever grateful he did because it meant you had his chest to sleep on.
you turned over to be met with levi, seated upright on the bed with some documents in hand.
he heard your movement, placing them down on the bedside table, giving you his full attention.
“good morning.”
“good morning, handsome.” you greet, leaning up to giving him a soft kiss.
levi liked mornings like these.
though they were rare because you never seemed to be up on time, he cherished them deeply.
you rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes again, and levi took this opportunity to look at you.
really look at you.
his gaze lingered, taking in every small detail he’d already committed to memory. he often found himself wondering how he had gotten so lucky.
he wasn’t one that was used to expressing his emotions and for whatever reason, you understood that.
you let him take his time as he tried to get comfortable with it.
and even now, though he may not be there yet, he was definitely getting better at it.
his eyes flickered briefly to the bedside table. the top drawer to be more exact. where the ring sat in its box, waiting for him to open, waiting for him to ask you. where he’d placed it there earlier without much thought.
but now it felt impossible to ignore.
this could be it.
it was quiet.
you were here.
there was nothing to interrupt him, no one to get in the way.
just the two of you.
“..levi?” you mumbled quietly, your voice thick with sleep.
“hm.”
“come back to bed.” you murmur, shifting closer to him, your hand resting against his side.
he removed himself from his thoughts, looking down at you. at the way you were barely awake, completely relaxed against him.
and suddenly it felt wrong to do it now, not when you were half asleep.
so he pushed down the thought, sinking back into bed and wrapping an arm around you to pull you close.
iii. campsite
it’d been four days since that morning.
it was dark out, the sky clear with occasional bright white dot visible in the sky.
you’d insisted on sitting out in the dark for a while and who was levi to deny his girlfriend?
you both sat outside your tent, your head resting on his lap as you looked up at the sky. pointing at the occasional star or constellation you would spot in between idle chatter.
levi didn’t say much.
not that he really did.
he much preferred listening to your voice as spoke, his hand resting on your waist, thumb absentmindedly moving back and forth.
“that one.” you say, raising your arm to point.
“which one?”
you nudge levi’s leg, raising your arm again. “there, the really bright one.”
he follows your finger this time, looking up.
“i see it now.”
you smiled to yourself before getting yourself comfortable as familiar silence fell between you both again.
your eyes remain fixed on the sky, watching the stars flicker faintly above you.
“wait,” you gasped, sitting up suddenly.
levi’s hand naturally reached out to steady you. “what?”
“look.” you say quickly, pointing at the sky again.
he follows your gaze just in time to see a bright streak of light cut through the night sky.
a shooting star.
“make a wish!” you say, immediately closing your eyes.
levi watches you for a moment.
“that’s not how it works.” he huffs, earning a nudge from you.
“just do it.” you insist.
he sighs in defeat, but he doesn’t close his eyes. just watches you quietly.
your soft expression, the small smile on your lips.
he didn’t need to close his eyes to make his wish.
he already knew.
you open your eyes and look up again, as if expecting the star to still be there and then turning to look at levi.
“what did you wish for?”
your question earned a scoff from him. “you’re not meant to say.”
“i know,” you smiled. “i’m going to tell you anyway.
he doesn’t reply. just looks at you, waiting for you to continue.
“i wished for things to stay like this. just us. for as long as possible.
if you looked closely you could see the smallest shift in levi’s expression.
“what about you?”
his face remained unreadable, stiff. but his hand reached for yours, holding it in his gently.
this was it.
the perfect opportunity to tell you just how he felt, no–
“captain!” a distant voice called, followed with the heavy sound of footsteps.
really? levi thought.
he slowly closed his eyes, composing himself before rising to his feet, holding his hand out to help you up next.
the scout was stood before you now, drawing deep breaths.
“captain, you’re both needed urgently. some movement has been detected at the left wing.”
and just like that the both of you were sucked back into work, your previous moment forgotten.
iv. on a walk
the spring breeze felt nice on your skin, cooling you down as the hot sun continued to beat down on you.
for the first time in a while, you had some time to yourself before training. but that wasn’t even the most shocking part. the most shocking part was the fact levi also had that same period of time off. so what better way to spend it than basking in the late afternoon sun whilst taking a quiet stroll through the grounds.
this was a rarity you both enjoyed whenever you had the chance.
the two of you walked a familiar path, hand in hand, taking in the stillness around you. it was quiet, peaceful in a way your lives rarely allowed, and for once there was nothing pressing waiting for either of you. no orders, no responsibilities.
this was perfect.
“we should think of heading back soon. i’m sure training will begin shortly,” levi said, glancing ahead.
you sighed softly, turning to face him. “come on, levi, don’t be like that.”
he frowned slightly, not understanding what he’d said wrong. he was right, you both had to head back soon.
“don’t you want to spend time with me?” you asked, stepping in front of him and wrapping your arms around his neck.
his hands found your waist easily, like they always did, holding you without thought. he liked when you touched him, even if he’d never say it out loud. there was something grounding about it, something he’d grown used to without realising.
“i am,” he said simply.
you smiled at that, studying his face for a second before leaning in. he met you halfway, your lips moving together in a way that felt second nature now.
he definitely liked this.
you let out a quiet hum against him as his grip tightened slightly, pulling you just a little closer as the kiss deepened. for a moment, everything else faded away.
levi knew.
this was it.
he’d planned it this time. waited for the right moment, made sure no one would be around, no one to interrupt or pull you away. everything was exactly how it should be.
slowly, his hand slipped from your waist, moving toward his pocket. his fingers closed around the small box, steady but deliberate as he pulled back from the kiss just slightly.
you followed instinctively, your forehead resting against his, your breath still warm against his lips.
“…what?” you murmured.
he hesitated for only a second before pulling the box out, holding it low between you. his thumb brushed against the lid, heart steady in his chest even as the weight of the moment settled around him.
this was it.
“…i—”
a drop of water hit your cheek.
you blinked.
then another.
and another.
you both glanced up at the sky just as the clouds that hadn’t been there moments ago seemed to roll in all at once.
“you’ve got to be kidding me,” you muttered.
within seconds, the light drizzle turned heavier, rain falling fast and sudden, soaking through your clothes before either of you could properly react.
you laughed, grabbing onto him as the rain came down harder. “okay, maybe we should go.”
levi stood there for a second longer, the box still in his hand, the moment slipping away in real time.
then he exhaled sharply, snapping it shut and shoving it back into his pocket.
“come on.”
he grabbed your hand, pulling you along as the two of you rushed back toward shelter, your laughter mixing with the sound of the rain hitting the ground.
by the time you made it inside, you were both soaked.
you pushed wet hair from your face, still smiling. “that was fun.”
“…you’ll catch a cold,” he muttered, clearly not happy with the rain.
“loosen up, grumpy,” you teased.
he didn’t respond.
just watched you for a second, taking in the way you looked; soaked and laughing.
the moment had been perfect.
everything had gone right.
and somehow, it still hadn’t happened.
v. at dinner
it was a special night tonight.
it was date night, which meant one of you cooked while the other stayed out of the way, and then you both sat down and ate together like nothing else mattered. it was a tradition you kept every month or so. something simple, but something you always found yourselves looking forward to. though tonight felt slightly different.
“wow, levi.” you smiled, taking a seat across from him.
he didn’t say much, just adjusted your chair slightly before sitting down himself. everything was neat, organised, exactly how he liked it. the food was still warm, the table set properly, not a single thing out of place.
levi had one rule on nights like these; no one was allowed to disturb. and everyone knew better. tonight, he had made sure of it.
because tonight, he was going to propose.
you picked up your fork, glancing at him again. “you went all out.”
“…it’s nothing.”
you smiled slightly, shaking your head. “it’s not nothing. this is really nice.”
he hummed quietly, his attention on you more than the food. he’d planned this. every detail, every moment, making sure nothing would go wrong. for once, everything was exactly how it should be.
the box sat in his pocket, heavier than usual.
this was it.
the conversation stayed easy between you, light and familiar, the kind that didn’t need effort. you spoke about nothing important; training, small things, whatever came to mind, and he let it happen, waiting for the right moment to shift it into something more.
when you finished, you leaned back slightly, letting out a soft breath. “i enjoyed that.”
“yeah.”
you smiled at him, softer now. “i like this. just us.”
his gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than usual. “so do i.”
silence followed, calm and steady, the kind that usually didn’t need filling. this was the moment.
levi felt it.
his hand moved slightly, brushing against his pocket where the box sat, waiting.
say it.
just say it.
“there’s something i want to say,” he said.
you looked up at him, curious but relaxed. “okay.”
his chest felt tight, not in fear, but in the weight of it. of what it meant. of how much it mattered. you watched him patiently, like you always did, and for some reason that made it harder.
his fingers curled slightly against his leg. the words were there, he could feel them. all he had to do was say them.
“…we should do this more often,” he said instead.
you blinked, then smiled faintly. “i was just thinking that.”
he nodded once, like that had been what he meant all along, like that had been the question. the moment shifted, just like that.
you kept talking, completely oblivious to what had almost been said.
and levi sat there, listening, responding when needed, like nothing had happened.
like he hadn’t just failed again.
this time, there was no interruption. no bad timing. no one to blame but himself.
just him.
and the words he couldn’t seem to say.
iv.
the room was warm, lit softly by the lamp in the corner, the glow low and golden as the record player spun lazily in the background. the music wasn’t loud, just enough to fill the space, paired with the faint crackle of the vinyl.
you were already halfway through the song when levi walked in.
bare feet against the floor, hair still damp from your shower, wearing one of levi’s shirts that hung loose on you. you hummed quietly to yourself, moving around the room without much care.
he stood near the door for a moment longer than necessary, watching you move around. it wasn’t anything new. he’d seen you like this before. but for some reason, tonight it felt different.
“if you fall and hurt yourself i won’t help.
you turned immediately, grin already forming. “don’t lie.”
“i won’t.” he lied, he knew if anything were to happen he’d be by your side in an instant.
“liar.”
he didn’t bother responding to that, but his eyes followed you as you walked toward him, like you’d expected him to just… join in.
which he wouldn’t.
“come here,” you said, holding your hand out.
“…no.”
“levi.”
“i said no.”
you pulled him forward before he could finish, laughing softly as he stumbled the slightest bit, more from surprise than anything else.
“you’re no fun,” you murmured, placing his hands on your waist yourself before resting yours loosely around his shoulders.
he looked down at you, unimpressed on the surface, but he didn’t move them away.
“i’m not dancing,” he muttered again.
“you don’t have to dance,” you said, already placing his hands on your waist. “just stand there and look pretty.”
“i don’t do that either.” he scoffs in disbelief.
“you’re doing it right now.”
he gave you a look for that.
you smiled wider.
and then you started swaying again, slow and easy, guiding him without asking, like you always did.
it didn’t take long before he stopped pretending to resist.
“see?” you murmured. “not so bad.”
he doesn’t respond to that, just grunting at your words.
you laughed, leaning in slightly, your forehead brushing his for a second before you pulled back just enough to look at him properly.
“you’d be miserable without me.”
“i’d be able to get more done.”
“exactly. miserable.”
he never said anything, but something in his expression softened just slightly.
enough for you to notice.
“do you like being with me?”
the question came out of nowhere and it caused you to look at him with confusion.
“of course i do.” you said like it were obvious.
“why..?”
you let out a small breath, almost a laugh. “what do you mean why?”
“why?” he repeated.
the tone in his voice told you he wasn’t joking with you and it made you frown a bit. to you it was obvious why you were with him but levi was failing to see the same.
because.. you’re always there when i need you, even if you pretend it inconveniences you. you care for me and you’re honest. you make me feel safe.”
levi’s eyes never left your face, even when he finished speaking. instead he ket silence consume the both of you as he thought of what to say.
“i know i don’t talk a lot about how i feel.”
you huffed quietly, a small smile tugging at your lips. “you could say that.”
“i don’t.. but i think about it. i think about it way more than i say it.” he speaks slowly.
your smile faded slightly, your attention fully on him.
“i’ve lost a lot of people growing up. people i thought would see grow old alongside me. and i constantly think of all the things i never said to them.”
his words made you chest tighten. he didn’t talk about his past often and you knew there were scars there, scars that would most likely never fully heal. but whenever he spoke of it to you, you couldn’t help but feel grateful that he trusted you enough to open up to you.
“i know that nothing in this lifetime is promised, especially with our line of work but also know i wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything were to happen to you. i can’t let it happen again, not with you.”
your expression changed, your hands resting on his shoulders.
“i don’t want this to end because of something i should’ve said. i don’t want to lose you knowing i could’ve prevented it.”
you shook your head in response. “you’re not going to lose me.”
“you don’t know that.”
“i do.” you said, stepping closer, your hands tangling in his hair. “i’m not going anywhere.”
he looked at you properly, like he found it hard to believe.
“..then marry me.”
you couldn’t believe the words that’d left his mouth, you breath caught in your chest.
“what?” you questioned in disbelief.
his voice remained firm as he repeated his words.
“marry me,” he repeated, just as steady. “so i don’t have to keep wondering if you know how much i love you.”
your chest tightened at that, something warm and overwhelming settling in all at once.
“levi..”
you knew your answer and you also knew the fact that you hadn’t given him a proper answer yet was eating at him so you decided to mess with him a bit.
“there’s no ring.” you huffed in fake annoyance.
he paused, mentally cursing himself for being so unorganised.
“right..” was all he said before pulling away.
before you could react, he’d already crossed the room, opening the top drawer beside his side of the bed. you watched him, confusion settling in for a moment before he turned back around, the small black box now visible in his hand.
“…no way.”
he walked back over to you, slower this time. when he stopped in front of you, there was a brief second where he just looked at you before lowering himself onto one knee.
“will you marry me?”
you couldn’t believe this was actually happening. you just stared at him for a second, pure disbelief written all over your face before you nodded quickly, almost stumbling over your words.
“yes–of course i will.”
he slid the ring onto your finger carefully, his touch steady despite everything. when he stood, you didn’t even give him a second to say anything before you were pulling him into you, wrapping your arms tightly around him.
“i can’t believe you,” you murmured, your voice slightly shaky against him.
“do you like the ring?” he asked, his arms settling firmly around your waist.
you pulled back just enough to look at it again, a small smile breaking across your face. “of course i do.”
your gaze lifted back to his.
“i love you, levi.”
and for the first time in a while, you were met with a small smile.
“i love you too.”
you barely had a second to react before he pulled you back in, one hand coming up to your jaw, holding you there as he kissed you firmly, pouring all his emotions into the kiss.
when you pulled back, you let out a quiet laugh, still a little breathless. you shakily placed your hand on his chest, staring in pure shock as you get a proper look at the ring.
you stared at it properly this time, like it had only just sunk in.
“…oh my god.”
your voice was softer now, almost disbelieving, your thumb brushing over it like you needed to make sure it was real.
levi didn’t say anything.
he just watched you.
you glanced back up at him after a second, a small smile slowly forming. “did you plan this?”
he scoffed at the question, shaking his head.
“no.” he started. “i tried five times before this.”
that caught your attention immediately, laughter bubbling up in your chest.
“what? you’re kidding.”
levi shook his head, completely serious.
“i’m not.”
you pulled back slightly just to look at him properly, eyes narrowing a little like you were trying to figure out if he was messing with you. “…you’re lying.”
“…i’m not.”
“levi,” you laughed, shaking your head. “there’s no way you tried five times and i didn’t notice.”
“you didn’t.”
“that’s actually embarrassing for you.”
he gave you a look, unimpressed. “…it wasn’t my fault.”
“oh, so now it’s my fault?” you shot back, smiling.
“things kept getting in the way.”
you tilted your head, clearly entertained now. “you have to tell me about each time. in detail.”
he sighed quietly, like he already regretted saying anything.
the music from the record player continued to spin softly in the background, the faint crackle filling the space between you, playing a familiar tune.
you stepped a little closer, your arms settling comfortably around him as the two of you began to sway gently to the music.
“fine,” he muttered after a moment.
you smiled against him, resting your head on his shoulder as he started, reluctantly, to tell you about each failed attempt.
and as he spoke, quiet and low, you listened, that same warm feeling settling deep in your chest.
because every almost, every failed moment.
it had still led him here.
to you.
you smiled to yourself, eyes closing briefly as you held onto him just a little tighter.
when everyone knows you're Levi's – everyone except you...
Kenny has known since you were both kids. Just two brats he'd taken under his wing in the Underground (why he'd done that, he still doesn't even know himself). Kenny knew you were Levi's when he saw the way the runt would always stay close, moving when you moved as if some invisible string were tying you together. Levi would always make sure you ate first, that you were always warm, always safe. It was also during that time when Kenny realised that, even with his own shit influence, the runt would turn out alright.
Isabel and Furlan have known since before Levi knew himself. They noticed the way that, in a room full of people, Levi's eyes would always seek you first. When you spoke, he'd listen with an intensity so unlike the usual disinterest he showed towards most other people. When you were separated for some reason – maybe, you were with another team during a heist, or just out for an errand – Levi's shoulders were tense, he was snappy, on edge, and overall unpleasant to be around. But it only lasted until he saw you again, safe.
Mike has known from the moment he saw Levi's eyes widen with pure terror when you'd been held at knife-point. It was that day when the Scouts had finally caught Levi's infamous gang in the Underground. It was almost comical how fast Levi dropped his dagger and let himself get dragged to his knees, then shoved right into a puddle of sewer filth. Especially now, when Mike knows how much that guy hates filth, he marvels at how Levi didn't even seem to notice it – no, his attention was solely focused on you, and first when the immediate threat to your life had been removed had he looked at Erwin.
Erwin and Hange learned that you were Levi's shortly after you both joined the Scouts. You were always seen together – during training, meals, and every other time of the day. They noticed that, unlike with others, Levi was always patient with you. He'd spar with you, even though he was much better at it than you were (you were still remarkably good, it was just that no one was as good as Levi), and he'd show you a move again and again and again just so you could learn it, never raising his voice at you and always answering your questions. And he didn't express even the tiniest hint of annoyance during those moments – only a softness in his eyes they would've described as adoration, if that word wasn't so strange when associated with Levi.
The Levi Squad also quickly learned that you were his. At first, they'd thought that the rumours about Levi being an aloof asshole were wrong. How could he be, with the way he acted around you – talking more than they'd ever heard him talk before, smiling like it was natural to him, letting you hold his hand, hug him, and kiss his cheek as if the two of you were a happily married couple. However, it didn't take long for them to realise that he was every bit as grumpy as rumours had claimed him to be – not quite an asshole, but still blunt and private. That is, to everyone but you.
The revelation had spurred Petra to casually ask how long you and Levi had been together. To their surprise, Levi had fallen very silent, while you spluttered and waved your hands frantically in front of yourself. "No no, I promise it's not like that! We've just known each other since we were kids!"
Petra was sceptical, Oluo confused, and Eld and Gunther exchanged looks. Later, they asked Hange about it, but they'd just pinched the bridge of their nose, mumbling something along the lines of, "If that idiot doesn't tell them soon, I'm going to ask them out myself. That should get him going."
But after that day, you notice that Levi suddenly starts acting strange around you for some reason. He'll get very still every time you hug him or get too close, something he's never done before. When you ask him about it, he doesn't say anything at first, so you ask if you did something wrong.
That seems to catch his attention, and he immediately pulls you close. "Don't be an idiot. It's not you, it's me."
You laugh a little at that. "You know, it sounds like you're breaking up with me when you put it like that." You say it as a joke of course, but it seems like Levi is taking your statement very serious.
"To break up, you have to be together first, you know."
"Right. But you never really saw me like that," you muse, looking away and trying to sound like you don't care when, really, your heart hurts just thinking about it
Again, Levi doesn't say anything, so you look at him again – only to find him staring at you as if you've suddenly grown an extra head.
"Huh? Was it something I said?"
He groans loudly. "You really are an idiot." Then, he flicks your forehead. "I always liked you, dumbass. It used to drive me mad – no, scratch that, it does drive me mad. You drive me mad, but in the best fucking way."
Your eyes light up. "Really?"
"Don't make me say it again."
"Does that mean I can kiss you?"
Levi blinks in surprise, his lips parting. Then, he quickly snaps his mouth shut, only for it to spread into a smirk a split second later. "I'd be pretty fucking stupid to say no to that, wouldn't I?"
You agree wholeheartedly, right before leaning in to kiss Levi. Right on the mouth.
Sweet jesus, Baelor is such a dedicated hater for Aerion. HES NOT EVEN BLINKING through the glare SMH! And HE PREPPED DUNCAN THAT EVENING! AND FOUGHT THE TRIAL!
Like I'm sure he would've helped egg pull the plug if he was alive lol.
