It's almost midnight. Levi's usual constipated-looking expression looks even worse with both of his eyebrows twitching left and right. His calloused fingers won't stop tapping impatiently against the table. The brat isn't here. It's been thirty minutes. He wonders.
Levi fell for that stupid cheeky face because the brat stormed his way through the door this morning and slammed down a red velvet cake for him, panting and breathless, and managed to waltz his way into Levi's heart with an, 'I love you, -your face, could you please go out with me?' with an attempt to lean down and kiss Levi on the cheek. But Levi was quick enough to dodge, push him down on the floor and make out with the brat instead. At least the floor was clean. Levi frowned. Eren still isn't here. Ten more minutes. What's taking him so long?
Seven minutes. No, really. Levi stands up with a grunt and heads over to his room. The disappointment draws a heavy string as if it is dragging his heart down and down and down and it fucking hurts because he has been expecting too much hasn't he? Fucking brat. He blames the brat for turning him into such a pathetic emotional wreck, but then the door flies open and Levi is so close to ripping out his fucking kitchen knife and fling it across the room. Five minutes left.
Levi stands in the middle of the living room. At the door stood Eren, panting and gasping looking like a goddamn idiot and Levi thinks the brat should probably go home and wash up and pretend like none of this had ever happened. Apparently Eren had spluttered something about being chased by the dogs near Jean's neighborhood and tripped his way into a cafe attempting to look for a cake and was late for the bus so he ran home, but the dogs found him again.
Eren is too tired to explain. Levi is too tired to put up with Eren's sputtering bullshit. But they both try anyways. Not until Levi notices the brat's shoulders are shaking and his legs look like they are going to give up on him. When his eyes lift up to take Eren's face in his view, those eyes are glossy and bright and are somewhat torn between fear and rejection. When Levi hears those stupid but fucking heartwarming confessions between trembling breaths, he decides that this is a good time to stop listening to Eren.
Three minutes left. The food is left cold and the light is out. But Levi doesn't care anymore. He walks up to Eren and takes the brat's face in his palms despite all the cries and shaking shoulders and mumbled apologies and muffled sobs. Levi shuts Eren up with his lips anyway. One minute. The clock struck twelve. Fireworks. Levi finds himself falling deeper into the warmth between small whispers of 'I love you' and 'happy birthday'.
/// THANK YOU for sending this to me, Greyface...it lifted my mood :) [If anything got lost in the messaging system let me know and I'll edit!]
inabaswag answered: domestic AU where erwin and levi are doing the dishes together before cuddle time in bed. hope your day gets better~
"I told you, I've got it. You cooked." Levi insisted as he tried to nudge Erwin away from the sink with his hip. His hands were already full of soap, so that limited his options.
"And you worked all day." Erwin countered, pushing his way back to Levi's side.
"Only because you're on leave, with an injury, which means you shouldn't be doing chores." Levi bit back, tossing his head toward Erwin's bandaged right arm.
"It's just a sprain." Erwin said dismissively. Realizing the other man wasn't going to stop shoving him away, he changed tactics. He moved behind him and pressed his chest against Levi's back; his height advantage was more than enough for him to be able to keep Levi's hips pinned to the counter and still reach around him to scrub at the dishes.
Levi huffed, but didn't argue. He hated being short.
That night as they lay in bed, he laced his fingers with Erwin's, soft and smelling of Dawn, and he wondered how he got so lucky.