In Another Life | Levi x Reader/OC

Irresistible

(18+, mdni) Content Warning: explicit sexual content

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Your heart started beating rapidly against your chest.

Talk? Why did he want to talk? Was it something bad? You couldn't decipher anything from his expression since he always carried such a gloomy and serious demeanor. Well, based on the way he was looking at you, it had to be something important. His eyes always helped you understand his emotions a little better, and right now it seemed that maybe-

Answer him, dumbass.

"Sure," you replied, stepping aside to allow him to enter your room. "Come in."

Levi sauntered past you leisurely, hands still stuffed in his pockets as he made it further into the room. He was dressed the most casually you had ever seen him, wearing a thin black sweater and some loose cotton pants.

You shut the door momentarily afterward, expecting him to start the conversation again, but his back was still facing you and not a word was uttered. The quietness only further amplified the anxiety within your chest.

"So, are you gonna tell me what's going on? Or..." you said nervously. "I was just about to go to bed, you know."

You both lingered in silence for a few more seconds until he eventually said, "I'm sorry."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "What?"

"About what I told you before we fought Kenny's squad," he elaborated. "When I told you to... be quiet."

The confusion was apparent in your face, but then you raised your eyebrows when you realized what he was talking about. Slight irritation ran through your body at the memory.

Although his comment really did piss you off, you weren't paying it much mind since so much had happened afterward. You could be petty sometimes, but not petty enough to hold it over him after he just experienced a massive loss.

But hey, if he was bringing it up now, you weren't going to brush past it.

"Well, no. You didn't tell me to be quiet. You told me to keep my fucking mouth shut," you corrected him, crossing your arms over your chest. The annoyance in your expression was not made obvious to him since his back was still facing you.

"Right," he responded, lowering his head. "I shouldn't have- I shouldn't have said it like that so... I'm sorry."

You quirked an eyebrow when you noticed that he still wouldn't turn around. "If you're going to apologize, at least face me."

He let out an exaggerated sigh, then slowly twisted his body around to face you. "I'm sorry," he said rigidly again. His expression appeared solemn as always, but you could tell that it seemed like it almost physically pained him to even apologize to you - like he knew he had to do it, but it irked him to do so. It made the corner of your lips raise just a tad.

"Sorry for what again?" you asked, cupping a hand behind your ear to hear him more clearly - just to mess with him a little more, of course. He exhaled through his nose, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

"I'm sorry for speaking to you that way. I shouldn't have said it like that."

You smiled, content with his apology. "Never thought I'd see the day."

Technically, he had apologized to you once before, but that wasn't for anything he did wrong. It was him blaming himself for things out of his control like he always did. This time was different - he knew you'd genuinely gotten upset at his rude remarks and he was actually trying to apologize for something he knew bothered you.