⟡ — fluff spring by @flufftober !
pairing: levi ackerman x reader
tags: modern au / teasings / established relationship / cozy moments / romance / heartwarming / sfw / 564 w.
summary: you and levi start a quiet spring ritual of secret notes — playful teases, small confessions, and subtle observations. each folded message draws you closer, turning fleeting moments into a private, growing bond. spring blooms not just outside but in the small, shared exchanges between you
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the week after your first spring outing passed quietly, almost lazily. the city bloomed around you, and every time you thought of levi, your grumpy, your chest fluttered a little.
it started with a folded note slipped into your bag one morning. tucked beneath a notebook, you almost didn’t notice it.
“you looked ridiculous with that sun hat. adorable, but ridiculous.”
a laugh slipped out before you could stop it. levi wasn’t there, of course, but you could almost hear the clipped “ridiculous” in his voice. the memory of the park and his watchful eyes made your cheeks warm.
the next day, you had a reply ready. in a tiny envelope, left where he’d notice, on his jacket pocket at the squad room, you wrote:
“i am adorable, and you know it. you’re just jealous.”
levi didn’t comment, but the faint twitch of his lips when he read it made your heart skip.
notes tucked in lunch boxes, folded into books, slipped beneath coffee cups. small, fleeting, deliberate. every word a tease, a confession, a tiny observation. sometimes serious, sometimes ridiculous. always meant for the other’s eyes only.
one evening, another note appeared under your keyboard. carefully, you unfolded it:
“stop staring at your reflection so much. it’s distracting. but… don’t stop entirely.”
your chest warmed again. levi had been watching. not just at the fair, or the park, but quietly noticing the little things. now he was saying it on paper.
you wrote back in tiny handwriting:
“i’ll try… if you promise to stop being so distracting yourself.”
it was left under his coffee mug the next morning. later, you caught him glancing at it, muttering: “ridiculous…” but his eyes lingered longer than needed.
over the days, notes became a language all your own.
“grumpy, you always smell like tea and early spring air. it’s unfair.”
“stop hiding under that jacket. you’re secretly soft. everyone can see it.”
“i might just be stealing your hoodie next time. don’t try to stop me.”
each one carried a tiny thrill. each one made the distance shrink, even when levi pretended it didn’t affect him.
one afternoon, while waiting in the squad room, you noticed a folded note sticking out of his notebook. carefully, you pulled it out:
“i think… i like that you notice the little things. don’t stop noticing me either.”
your heart stopped. levi, your grumpy, was saying what he rarely said aloud. but here it was, on paper, safe and quiet. you smiled, pressing it to your chest, knowing you’d respond soon, carefully, playfully.
these secret notes became your spring ritual. small confessions. teasing observations. tiny ways of saying: i see you. i care.
for the first time, you realized spring wasn’t just warmth or blooms. it was the subtle, quiet ways two people could let each other in.
every note was a step closer. every fold, a bridge. slowly, without noticing, your world and his orbited around those exchanges.
by the time you left your next note, folded neatly, written carefully, you felt a thrill. you couldn’t wait for him to find it. levi always did.
spring wasn’t just outside anymore. it was in the quiet smile that spread across his face when he read your words, the faint warmth when his eyes met yours, the soft, unspoken bond that grew stronger with every secret note shared.
