𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣
in a desperate attempt to get away from your obsessive ex-boyfriend, you strike an unlikely deal with student council president levi ackerman. known for his cold and untouchable aura, he's a man rumo...
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AFTERTASTE
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mikasa's lodge
despite the sting of levi's rejection still lacerating, your friends had convinced you, against your better judgment, to set aside your pride and join them in commemorating his birthday.
thrilled was hardly the feeling; tolerating the evening felt more akin to swallowing glass. but belonging to a group meant shouldering its burdens, even when they came barbed.
the guest list was exclusive: levi, naturally, erwin, oluo, gunther, eld, petra, eren, mikasa, sasha (dragging connie along like a permanent accessory), and you. the usual crowd. people who had long since acclimated to levi's idiosyncrasies.
tonight, you had to feign the same ease, even though your patience with the birthday boy was wearing thin.
in the hours leading up to the celebration, you and the girls took over mikasa's bedroom, transforming it into a warzone: tangled cords, purses abandoned in odd corners and lipsticks rolling under the furniture. yet, amidst the jumble, there was a sort of camaraderie in it all.
"has anyone seen my heels?!" sasha shrieked, tiptoeing across the carnage.
"do you wanna borrow mine? i brought an extra pair."
"thanks petra, but mine were supposed to match my dress!"
"sasha, check by the door," mikasa advised pragmatically, brush in hand as she examined your eyelids."you probably kicked them off when we came in."
"oh, right!" sasha bolted out, leaving the rest of you dissolving into a collective chuckle at her predictability.
mikasa returned to her work, dabbing a deeper hue onto your lids while petra crouched at her side, tightening the laces on her gown.
the tension between you and petra remained simmering since that unexpected run-in at levi's apartment. she'd become evasive, keeping her answers clipped and finding excuses to conveniently leave the room whenever you were near. you'd still kept it a secret from the others, though the possible reasons for the redhead's bizarre behaviour still nagged at you.
