You Have Me..(levi ackerman X !depressed reader)

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It had been another long string of days, another seven that felt too long, but at last it was time for your meeting. It was a weekly routine, one of the only routines in the entire Scout Regiment, and it belonged to you two. Two of humanity's most vetted soldiers, their minds working together, everyone expected you would solve the world's problems.

Little did they know how these meetings actually went down.

Sometimes you would forget. Externally, he would roll his eyes and sigh. Internally, he would smirk. While he came in uniform, you had already turned in for the night: hair tied up and pajamas dressed down. Over time, you had convinced him to switch to casual clothes, which for him was still a long sleeve with slacks and dress shoes. Someday, you dreamed, you would get him to show you his pajamas. Tonight, he planned to reveal: as an insomniac who slept suddenly, he did not own any.

Even though you met in the evenings, it was his little move to always brew black tea for both of you beforehand. Caffeinated, it would keep you awake longer and make the meetings likewise. More time to unwind, he - like everyone else in the Scouts - was always in need of some care.

One in the same.

// // //

At your quarters, your door from the halls was left ajar. Instead of finding you sprawled out on the bed, at your desk, or drifting off on the couch, he heard your faucet running. Strange, he thought, you were normally a morning shower person.

It was more than that, though. The water splashes seemed loud, brimming, and overflowing. Outside of your bathroom door, on the other side of the baseboards, he saw your carpet soaking wet further and further out, closer and closer towards him. Levi knit his brows and transferred the two teacups to one hand.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Three harsh sounds snapped you out of it. They snapped him in a different way - evidenced by his shrinking pupils, his instant pale, and the shattering china on your bathroom tile.

As you watched the door open, your voice caught in your throat. Most people in the bath would vehemently call, "Hold on a second!" However, you were completely incapacitated. You could not pinpoint what it was that held you back now, but whatever it was kept you in silence as black bangs, shirt, and shoes peeped out from behind your door.

Eyes widened for just a second before they returned to their fluttering shut. Mouth whispered his name: teeth grazing with the "v" sound before releasing your lip from its bite, letting your mouth hang open at the same moment your eyes closed. Feet pressed against one end, head lie against the other. You were out of it but he was not.

Immediately, he started to see red, externally and within, on yourself and in him, truly in every sense of the word: your blood tainting the water, a slew of adrenaline clouding his vision. Fucking Christ...!

He did not want to be the last person you saw. He did not want his name to be the last word you spoke.
Not tonight. Not tonight.