☆ Day 29 of Domaystic | Alt-E "Don't you have something to tell me?" | Event by @domaystic
☆ Summary: After drinking the last of Levi's expensive tea, you find that hiding a secret is something you cannot manage when it comes to hiding it from Levi.
☆ Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Gender-Neutral Reader
☆ Genre/Tags: Modern AU, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff
☆ Word Count: 0.4k
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[ Art by r.harder1995 on Instagram ]
You are being suspiciously still.
It’s not something you usually notice about yourself, but the moment Levi steps through the door, you become painfully aware of how your posture is too straight, your expression is too neutral, and you’re holding your hands in your lap, acting like you’ve never done anything wrong in your entire life. You just have to act normal.
You smile at him, maybe a little too sweet. Levi pauses mid-step, eyes narrowing slightly as he takes you in, the silence stretching long enough to make you squirm.
“...What?” he says slowly.
“Nothing,” you reply, too fast.
His gaze lingers on you for another second before he turns away without another word, setting his things down and moving toward the kitchen like he always does after work. You think maybe he won’t go for that specific blend, hope flickering for a brief, foolish moment.
You hear the cabinet open, the faint clink of a tin being moved, then another. And then there’s a pause. A very long pause. The hush that follows is so charged you feel it pricking against your skin, and you can practically feel the moment it clicks for him, the exact second he realizes what’s missing. You hear his footsteps until they stop right next to you.
“Don’t you have something to tell me?” he asks.
You glance up, feigning confusion with an innocent that would be convincing if it weren’t so obviously rehearsed. “Me?” Levi glares at you, one eyebrow raised. You hold his gaze for a second longer before shrugging with a sheepish smile. “I thought you already had another box.”
“Why the hell would I have another box ready?” he asks, almost completely calm, which scares you more than it would if he were yelling. “This brand of tea is expensive.”
And they are. They’re ridiculously expensive. You can afford it, but it’s a luxury that Levi is willing to divulge in. You almost feel guilty for drinking the last of it this morning with absolutely no regard for future consequences.
“Sorry,” you mumble. You brace for irritation, maybe at least a little anger, but it doesn’t come. Levi just sighs, the tension releasing from his posture as quickly as it arrived. He’s already decided it’s not worth it.
“You’re buying the next box,” he says.
Relief floods through you. “Aye aye, Captain,” you reply, a grin slipping through as you grab your phone and give him a playful salute.
He rolls his eyes, but there’s the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his mouth as he watches you tap through the order, far too happy for someone who just robbed him blind of his last tea bag.
He knows you’re going to drink this one too. But he decides it’s fine as he watches you settle back into the couch. As long as you’re happy.
