Thursday, April 11th, XXXX - 6:05pm
Mr. Ackerman. Everyone's favorable, short, raven haired, male. Strong, dependable, logical, and not a thing in the world can easily outwit him. Or, so he thought.
~~~~~~~~~~~Le Flashback~~~~~~~~~~
8:38 AM
Levi's frustration simmered just below the surface. Both alarms had failed them that morning—his at 6:30 AM and (Y/n)'s at 7:10 AM. They had jolted awake at 8:10 AM, a whole hour late, greeted by the glaring disappointment of their ignored alarms.
Hastily, they had rushed through a quick shower, their moods souring further with each passing minute. (Y/n), particularly grouchy as mornings were not her forte, grimaced at the thought of any snide remarks from Professor Purell, her pout deepening.
Post-shower, Levi had efficiently packed their lunches with leftovers and cared for their pets—Bruce the dog and Piper the Ball Python—before checking off his mental list. Everything had been sorted in record time, a testament to his precise nature. Yet, his wife was still in the bathroom.
He sighed heavily and approached the door. "(Y/n), hurry the hell up, please. We're going to be late..." he called out, his voice laced with exasperation as he sat on the edge of their bed.
From the bathroom came a frustrated huff. "Hold on! My hair's not cooperating..." (Y/n) whined, the sound of a brush tearing through hair punctuating her irritation.
"Just put a hat on. Why does it matter if you look good or not? Trying to impress someone?" Levi retorted, his patience thinning.
(Y/n)'s response was a sharp, sarcastic exhale. "Yeah, your professor. How 'bout that?" This earned her Levi's signature annoyed click of the tongue.
"What are you so moody for?" he prodded, standing to peer into the bathroom.
She met his gaze with a pout. "I'm not moody..." she grumbled.
"You clearly are," he countered flatly.
"No, I'm not," she insisted, her tone firm.
Levi rolled his eyes and retreated to the kitchen, checking the time again. 8:55 AM.
'We're definitely missing our first class,' he thought, a twinge of defeat seeping in.
Moments later, (Y/n) stormed out of the bedroom, her hair hidden under a beanie. She snatched her books from the coffee table and shoved them into her backpack. "Alright, I'm ready," she declared, her voice cold and clipped.
"About fucking time..." Levi muttered, handing her the lunch container labeled with her name, adorned with hastily drawn hearts and a simple flower.
(Y/n)'s expression softened unexpectedly at the gesture. With a teasing smirk, she said, "Thanks... Daddy," before briskly exiting the apartment.
Levi stood in the doorway, confusion washing over him as he processed her sudden shift in demeanor. The morning's tension dissolved into a perplexed haze, leaving him to wonder just what kind of day lay ahead.
~~~~~~~~~~~At Lunch Brought To You By Eren's Bodyguard~~~~~~~~~~~
12:02 PM
Levi headed to the lunch benches, where his loving, albeit occasionally irritating, and undoubtedly beautiful wife was already waiting with their friends. The mischievous grin on (Y/n)'s face as she spotted him approached reminded him uncomfortably of The Grinch.
"Oi, brat," he greeted somewhat affectionately.
"Oi, brat," she echoed, her grin widening.
Levi paused, a hint of confusion crossing his features. 'What is she up to?' he wondered silently.
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