Firefly [Levi x Suicidal Reader]

Chapter 3

Frozen in time, he stopped playing and the boy stared at me with an annoyed but surprised look. I got lost in his eyes. After what seems like an eternity, he finally stopped staring and broke the silence.

'Don't you see that I'm busy, tch, what are you even doing here brat, the teacher said I would be alo-'

That's when he noticed my red face and the tears I couldn't hold back. Now I remember his face: he was the boy I bumped in before. Extremly embarrassed I wipe away the tears and try not to show my vulnerable side.

'Anyway, why are you crying?'

'I don't cry, I... I... got an allergy against... eh.. the color, we used in the art lesson!'

I try to put a lot of my (H/C) hair in front of me, so he can see less of my sad face.

'Tch, every idiot can see, that you are crying, so what is it?' he asks me, wondering why he even cared.

'Non of your business.' I snapped back. Now the whole school will know so he might get to know it as well. I could easily tell him the truth, but I don't want to be judged right now. I'm too depressed at the moment and want to be alone. I want to lay in my bed and wait till everyone forgets me.

He stands up, walks towards me and put his right hand on my shoulder. He is a bit taller than me, but still small for a boy. He tilts his head and look dead in my eyes.

'But you are right in front of me, crying so I can't practice anymore. That makes it one of my businesses.'

Still looking in my eyes and waiting for an answer, I sit down on the floor and ask myself why I shouldn't tell him if he will know it anyways.

'Fine.' I try to stay calm.

'Someone saw that I cut my wrist and now, everybody will know it. Why should I hide it to you anymore.'

The boy still looks serious but with slight care in his face. He sit down again and placed his head in his hand.

'Levi.'

I looked at him with confusion in my eyes.

'Tch, it is rude not to tell me your name after I told you mine.'

'My name is (Y/N)'

'See, it isn't that difficult.'

'You aren't making fun of me?'

'Tch, why should I? It is a coping method and the real question isn't wether you are cutting yourself or not, but why you are cutting yourself.'

His look went back to the piano and he started playing twinkle twinkle little star.

'I have a lot on my mind as well, but I play music to cope with it. I had a bad coping method before too, but I try to avoid it.'

I was surprised that he told me that much about him, even if we know each other for 5 minutes.

'You are one of the new ones, aren't you? Tch, you still owe me an apology for that in the cafeteria.'

I simply nod, not knowing what to say at the moment.

'If you don't want to talk right now, come here.'

I walk towards him. He makes place next to him and invited me to sit down.

'See, it goes like this.' he said while he took my hand and placed it on the keys of the piano. His grip was cold but soothing at the same time. He changes the keys slowly so I can keep up the pace. The sound calms me and I totally forgot why I was even here. The world outside can perish and I would sit here with him and enjoy the moment.

'Thank you.' I said with a smile that covers my red face.

'Oh, you found your ability to speak again.' he said and glanced at me with a slight grin.

'So you want to tell me why you cut yourself? You don't have to tell me, but it might help you.'

'Not now' I said and stood up. I was going to leave the room when he suddenly says: 'Just don't do it again, brat.' and I closed the door.