greedy | ackerman x reader

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" Hanji?!" 

My eyes rimmed with confusion at the dark floor.

I took back my finger and stepped further from the blocked light, crouched to the ground as my head bobbed. In a flash, the bulb returned to my eyes as the body lunged back to the door. 

The lock jammed shut with an unpredictable laugh casting from below the door. I tried to plug my nose while I inhaled the scent of rosemary and some familiar citrus. Grunt's escaped from the exit as the handle jammed. I know who you are now, I thought.

" You two need to work it out in there! I'll be back after my meeting." Hanji's cheery voice taunted me.

I jumped from the floor as his arm raised to the framed planks. From behind the door, I caught the tune of Hanji's laughs as Levi yelled at her to let him out. 

Pounding against the wood, I worried it would break with his tight fists making the door shake. But that was of no help to me, or Levi. Hanji was already gone. Her laughs still remained in my thoughts as the so-far bearable silence caught at my throat.

Levi's hands still maneuvered over the stained oak, looking around for an exit like a mouse in a cage. 

The box I stood by still was stacked with unlabeled bottles. I fiddled my hand through the glass and picked up one, noticing the strange color appearing on it. My hand felt warm with the contact, and what looked like red paint stained the pretty stain of glass.

I lifted it close to the light and noticed now that it ran down my hand very slowly. It wasn't paint- It was my blood. 

" Ouch." I let out a small shriek while witnessing the blood turn on my wrist.

The deep red curled through the ridges and crossing lines imprinted in my palm. It was like my hand could never get a break from me.

I pressed my thumb to the source while checking my pockets for any tissue. I didn't have any, and it wasn't anything harmful so I would be okay with using my shirt. Gosh, I should have been more careful about throwing my hand around in glass.

As I pinned pressure to my palm, my eyes searched over one more box. They all were either filled with bottles or old uniforms, which had no value to me. 

The light fabric was soon stained in my pigment as Levi sat beside the door.

I slipped a bottle in my hand and let it spin freely by it's brim. Levi stretched on the floor as I slumped down across from him to maintain some much needed distance in the small closet.

He obviously didn't want to say a word. Neither did I, I only prayed that Hanji would come in here right this moment to intervene. 

The bottle created an eerie scratch against the concrete floor. I didn't mind the way it filled my empty ears, but it must have ticked off Levi a bit.

" Stop doing that." Levi poked his head up from the wall.

" It's too quiet." I added, my brows lifting to his face. He sat at the wall still, staring at me as I slumped my head back down to the liquor bottle. It traced the floor again, making the same sound as Levi hopped from the floor and snatched it from my hold.

Levi held the bottle closer to his eyes, a  nearly dry stain of blood clashing with it's original tint. I bit back a curse as he slid a hand in his pocket. I stared up to Levi from his legs as his head tilted to the right.