Summary: Of all people you could have chosen, you chose a man who seemingly didn't have enough room in his heart to love someone as sweet as you.
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Two gentle knocks on the wooden door.
Erwin was a busy man, his thick eyebrows bumped together in a scowl at the thought of another interruption during his work. "State your name and business."
"Y/N. I am here to deliver your lunch, Sir."
The irritation written on his face was washed away in an instant at the familiar voice. He tidied himself up for a few seconds before saying an enter, making sure not to sound as excited as he actually was.
Cruising into the man's office, "Good afternoon Mr. Smith. You haven't been showing up at the mess hall lately. So, I decided to bring you your lunch, again. Skipping meals isn't healthy." Setting down the tray on the side table, strands of hair fell to your face as you quickly tried to fix it.
Erwin didn't miss the playful and seductive manner of how you tucked the hair behind your ear. He also didn't miss the folded paper that came along with his meal on the tray, probably another pick-up line written on it. "Thank you for putting my well-being into consideration, Ms. Y/N."
Giving him a wink, "Please, just call me Y/N."
Confidence was attractive, sure, and you were quite the confident woman today. However, the commander also loved your shy side. A subtle, unnoticeable gleam of deviltry came to his eyes as he contemplated on his next words. "Is everything alright, why are you blinking like that?"
Heat rose to your cheeks, and the muscles in your face tightened. Mentally berating yourself, that was supposed to be a wink, Erwin.
Shifting your glance around the room to avoid eye contact, you decided to end the awkward interaction. "No, Sir. Everything is alright. I will... I will be taking my leave now. Enjoy your meal."
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Twenty-eight.
That was the number of times you tried making your advances. You didn't know if he was dense, or was just playing dumb. But, in as much as you hated to admit it, you were quite convinced it was the latter.
Was it because he thought you were ugly? Was it because you always wore ragged and stained clothes? Or was it because you were just some cook working for the Scouts while he was a well-respected military commander? You didn't know.
But did that matter anymore? No. Although there was a sense of fulfillment and pleasure in your desperate efforts to woo the man you loved, you were already growing tired.
Erwin is definitely someone worth waiting for—those deep sapphire eyes could make any woman in a 50-meter radius fall in love with him. Yet, it was time to finally acknowledge what his blatant disregard meant. If the man was indirectly telling you he wasn't interested, then it meant he wasn't interested. End of story. You needed to chip away from his cold exterior.
"So... you giving up so soon? I thought you had more guts though. Seems like your god-awful attempts at wooing him didn't pay off after all." The raven-haired man sipped on the tea he ordered Eren to brew.
You frowned, "Levi, has anyone ever directly voiced how rude you are?"
"More than you can count." Clicking his tongue, the captain was not enjoying the drink. He made a mental note to brew his own tea from then on as the beverage always tasted like shit when Eren did it.
Placing a hand on your hip, crooked like a tea cup handle, "Just to put it out there: I've done more than enough for him. Erwin is smart guy; If he doesn't get the message—if he refuses to get the message, then I won't force him to. A stitch in time saves nine! I don't want to let these feelings grow if it only shatters me in the end."
