Pluviophile | Levi Ackermann × Reader |

|Chapter 23| Confirmation

"Ah-" Levi bit down on his teeth as the doctor finished tying his bandages down. His wound was healing, slowly but surely. I was sitting on my bed, just a few lengths away as I watched him angrily drink down a cup of water, clearly ticked off at the pain.
He had regained some color in his skin.

It was morning now.

I had been so relieved when he awoke last night, trying my hardest not to throw all my emotions on him at once.
I watched from the side, holding in all the words I wanted to say until the doctor was gone.

"Are you ever going to stop staring at me from across the room?" He asked, still holding his gaze away from me.

"I'm just not sure if this is another dream or not," I got off my bed and went over to him, taking the cup from his hand and placing it on the side table.

I cupped his cheeks in between my hands, bringing his frowning face over to mine. "Let me just take this moment in."

I rested my forehead on his. "I thought I had lost you..."

Levi pulled my hands off his face, returning my sadness with a look of assurance.

"Your dream didn't come true."

"What?" I was confused. "But it did..."

"I didn't die." The Captain said, his head still resting against mine.

I smiled. "I guess you didn't."

We shared a quiet moment that blanketed us in a mutual feeling of adoration. I played with the strands of his hair as I took my head off his, searching his blue eyes. I saw nothing but fondness manipulating his gaze, his devotion to me and the world keeping him strong and determined.

I let him go.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like shit," He responded, placing a hand on his stomach. "It's going to be a bitch getting to the bathroom."

"You should have seen me when I first got up," I grabbed my crutches. "I could barely get anywhere. I remember falling a few times, it hurt like hell."

Levi's eyes followed every flaw and structure of the crutches, his gaze going dull when he looked back at me. He was dejected.

"... How badly are you hurt?"

"I can manage myself well enough," I said, not wanting him to worry.

He turned away from me. "I see."

I could tell he was upset with himself for letting me get hurt. He wouldn't admit to it, trying to put on an armor that was impenetrable to the world.

"Levi?!" Hange burst through the door, as if to let the whole universe know she had arrived. "You son-of-a-bitch! You had us all on our toes!" She rushed over, grabbing his shirt and lifting him up by the collar. Levi winced as his stomach stretched with the force, but Hange hadn't cared.

"Don't you ever do that to us again, you old man!" She dropped him back into the pillows, and he sat up while ignoring the stinging pain. "Lower your voice, four-eyes," He held his hand on his head. "You're giving me a headache."

Hange dropped her roudy tone, sighing as she got more serious. "Do you know how worried we all were?" She sat on the other stool across from me. "Y/n was deteriorating alongside you waiting for you to wake up. She never left this place for anything. I had to drag her out of here by her ass."

"Hange that's enough-" I went to say but was shushed by Hange's words.

Levi listened as Hange rambled on. "Erwin and I were afraid we'd have to replace you as Captain. Everything would have gotten so messy if you had slipped from our fingers."