Levi x Reader [ oneshots ]

A choice full of regrets

▽Modern AU

△( Levi x ) Reader x Aomine

△she

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Another shitty day, another shitty feeling. I sighed tiredly as I got up and went to the bathroom.

What shitty feeling?

Regret.

I always tell people that we have to do our best to make a decision that we won't regret, but over the years, I've been living in the biggest regret of my entire 22 years of life. Tch, typical hypocrite traits, you might say.

What is that regret?

Losing (name).

Fuck. I swore mentally seeing that it was only 4:37am. So I laid back down on my bed and my brain had done the same thing it does every time I have time to waste.

I sighed loudly because I remember it like it was yesterday...as always...

"Levi." She smiled and jogged towards the seat next to me. How I would give anything to hear her say my name in that beautiful tone of hers again. I remembered how breath taking she looked too with her natural bed head of hair and her forever-engulfed-by-an-oversized-sweater uniform.

I should've said something or even waved at least but all I fucking did was grunt and glance at her before turning back to the front.

"How are you today?" She asked softly, still not minding the fact that I treated my own girlfriend like some dirt on the ground, but I knew she did.

She was honestly too good to be with someone like me, and every time I asked her why, she would smile and say those three words that will always make my heart swell and my brain fluster. It still does, although now, it's only possible through memories.

"Fine. " I breathed out with a sigh and closed my eyes for a moment before opening them back up, indicating that I didn't want to talk anymore but all I craved was conversations with her.

She smiled bravely but fakely and sat down. She didn't bother me anymore after that. How I wish she did...

If my memory serves me right, as always it does especially when it comes to (name), we had been dating for a year back then. We were good friends at first because we understood each other well and having similar tastes in some things helped. Our conversations had me interested too.

But one day, I decided to act out on my feelings. The feelings I am so sure of now but was uncertain back then because I was such a denying dickhead.

It started off good, but the closer and deeper we got into it, the more afraid I would feel, and the more shittier I would treat her.

Back then, in that classroom, I had been contemplating how to break up with her because with the reason that I was getting 'bored'.

But in reality, I was scared, like I had mentioned.

Scared that this 'thing' with her would flourish even more than I had expected it to.

People always say we'll get scared when it's something new and foreign. And I, towards my new unidentified feelings, was afraid.

Afraid of love.

I've always had people leaving me in my life so obviously I was scared that she would too, while taking her affections with her.

But of course, I was too much of a airhead to realize that she wouldn't even dream of leaving me before I had made the biggest mistake of my sorry life.