Of Teacups and a Quill. [Levi Ackerman]

Strange

After a horrible day, you longed to be within the arms of your lover. 

Genre: College AU, light angst, fluff (comfort)

Last week has been hell, but today, everything felt excruciating. Your professor was being a shitty little bitch, your group mate spilled coffee all over your reports, your other group mate corrupted an important file, you've been blasted with an unbelievable amount of workload once again, the bus was full so you had no choice but to stand up and endure hell in your shoes, the loud and overwhelming car horns triggered your migraine, and you haven't eaten since lunch. What could go wrong today?

Relief slowly crawled through your veins as you reach the door of your apartment, fingers finding their way in the small compartment of your bag, fiddling every corner, aching to feel the cold metal against your touch. But it wasn't there.

Fuck this shit.

The cold, hard wall collided with your back as you frustratedly fished your phone from your bag. Today is shit. Awful shit. And this right here was the trigger to the ticking time bomb you've been trying to detonate, but here you are, so close to breaking down and ugly crying.

It was hard. Being in the University was overwhelming, it was your choice to go, of course you have your dreams. The goal of claiming your major encourage you to go beyond your own limitations and try something new. Your boyfriend lifted your spirits up, and that is why you have made it this far. But it was too much today, and probably worse tomorrow. And you needed a break.

Stress and agitation pushed you to succumb into your emotions and combust, yet you chose to keep it in.

"Please, pick up," You pray that Levi would still be awake and that he would answer his phone. Pick up, pick up, pick u—

"Hm?" You finally heard his voice. It felt like water after a long, tiring run. His cold voice washed away every fiber of pressure and tension that tortured your mind and body with stress. He eased the anxiety that bullied you all day and replaced it with longing, and that had you.

"L-Levi. . ." You sobbed, he is all that you want right now. His embrace, arms, and comfort are what you're yearning for. And he is always more than willing to provide you that.

Worry and concern blended with the voice that you grew fond of. "What's wrong, (Y/N)? You okay?"

"I-" You sniffled, wiping your face with the handkerchief that he gave you, on the bottom of it was your name engraved, in his own penmanship. The stress, along with the frustrations had you frozen like ice. You couldn't talk, and you wanted your boyfriend so bad.

"It's alright," He said, you sensed hurry and somehow heard the sound of movement from the line, he didn't hang up. "I'm coming over, baby."

Congestion bereaved you of the freedom to speak and breathe properly, and Levi knew that your nose easily gets congested whenever you cry. You aren't even breathing through your nose anymore, and the migraine made everything much worse, you feel so pathetic.

The misadventures you have experienced that day pounded onto you like a war-hammer, unforgiving and merciless. You are well aware of how some days could be heavier than the usual, but you didn't know that it would be this bad, and you just want to fade away. This horrible day is an alliance of every single disaster that could have happened the past weeks, but chose to occur today.

You did not notice that Levi had already arrived. His heart ached when he sees you breaking down next to your apartment door, and he immediately understood that you lost your key. His place weren't that faraway from yours, but far enough for the both of you to miss each other whenever you part.