Lilac Wine | Levi Ackerman

A Blast From the Past

You awoke, curling in on yourself before stretching out on a weirdly large and comfortable bed. Where am I?

One look at the draping slate-gray curtains and pristinely cleaned windows told you that you were not at home. You were suddenly hit with both the realization that this was Levi's apartment that you had crashed in and also that you had a splitting headache adjacent to the crashing. You didn't have it in you to scold past-you for your awful drink intake, though. Thankfully, the anger and sadness had been doused in blue curacao and had washed away with your tears the night before. The numbness in your core had set in, leaving you feeling a little empty rather than miserable. It was manageable, though. Your body has gone through this routine for years now.

You suddenly took notice of the empty space beside you where Levi had laid with you the night before. You didn't quite feel like getting up yet to greet him, still feeling the effects of foolish alcohol consumption hitting you like a freight train in every corner of your skull. You groaned, rather loudly, which signaled a knock at the door from whom you could only guess was Levi.

"You doing okay there? You look like shit," said the bartender as he walked in. He carried a bottle of water and a plate with a scone(?) on it, along with a container of aspirin.

You sat up, wincing as a sharp pain crossed your eyelids. "Thank you for stating the obvious, Levi Ackerman. And if by 'doing okay' you mean having my head feel like it's being pounded into ground beef by a large mallet, then yes. I am doing superbly."

He exhaled through his nose-- his weird way of laughing-- and walked up to the bed, handing you the numerous items he had with him. You took them in gratitude, forcing down the scone and washing it down with the water so as to not get sick from nausea your headache was causing and to not take a painkiller on an empty stomach. Levi watched as you swallowed the pill eagerly, falling back on the bed and closing your eyes. He took a standing spot by your side, swatting your arm.

"Ey. This is my bed, y'know. I can't let you stay forever." You groaned again, shoving a pillow on top of your face. He grabbed it from your death grip with ease.

"I feel like gaaarbageee Levi. Show some remorse. You were so nice to me last night." You didn't know why you were acting so bratty to your crush. Did you think this would get him to like you back? Probably not. But it was still fun to tease him with how much he did to you.

"Yeah? Don't get used to it. My 'kindness' is doled out to crying people and customers that I want good tips from. And crying people are on thin ice." He walked out, leaving you to get changed. Before he left, he asked you one more thing:

"Hey, kid. I'm sure that scone wasn't enough. I'll take you to get some breakfast on the way back. Good with that?" You nodded earnestly, appreciating the gesture.

Levi let you lie around in the bed for about ten minutes more so the headache could bypass, eventually making you get up, get dressed, and head to breakfast.

It was a short drive to a small yet pleasant cafe. You definitely weren't aware of how many nice establishments were in Eldia City, considering you basically only went out for cheap chicken every week to spare your wallet. You grabbed a table in the back-- a little booth with a rustic feel-- while Levi went up to the counter to take your orders. You had been pretty hungry after the pain had subsided, so a large plate of waffles and a fresh juice would do you good.

You examined the interior while you waited for Levi's return, taking in the white brick walls and the hanging lamps and vines strung along them. There were only a couple of people there for breakfast, considering how late you woke up-- nearly twelve, which you apologized to Levi about.