Underground (Levixreader)

Chapter 2

For the first few seconds, I was unable to look away.

The cold stare froze me in place, and as cliché as it was, time seemed to stop. I was still aware of everything around me: the noise, the lights, the bodies. But for some reason, my focus was solely on him, as if he was the only one there.

His shirt was stained with blood, which judging by his state was probably not his. He wasn't even sweating, despite Eren telling me that he must've started fighting an hour ago. Something about his aura made him immediately stand out. A grueling instinct deep inside me was telling me that this man was dangerous, begging me to run away, but my legs had a mind of their own, refusing to move.

His gaze was unwavering, his eyebrows furrowed and the scowl on his face so deep that it seemed to be his natural expression, and I found myself studying his face with a mix of curiosity and fascination. If Kenny trained him, then he was probably born and raised in the Underground, but he definitely didn't look the part. Sporting a polished and clean look, the contrast between him and the place we were in was almost comical. If anything, he seemed elegant, almost regal, until your eyes fell on the bandages on his fists and you realized the kind of activities he spent his free time doing.

I couldn't see his eyes very well. Not only was the lighting bad, but the way he was scrutinizing my face really didn't help. Still, I could almost certainly pinpoint them as grey, or a pretty close shade to silver. Dark strands fell in front of them, bringing out their color even more.

I've always thought grey eyes were gorgeous.

And gorgeous he was. If he wasn't as scary as he seemed to be right there and then, I might've lingered a bit longer on the thought, but it ultimately all went back to the danger that being noticed by such an individual could constitute.

Before I could turn my head and focus on the man I originally came for, Levi broke our eye contact and went back to the blond guy standing behind him –A coach of sorts I assumed- to hand him his towel, not even bothering with the water bottle that was offered to him. He probably didn't need it, as he didn't seem out of breath in the slightest. His opponent was still walking around and demanding the crowd to be louder, which seemed to annoy the other person in the ring. As they made their way to the center of the platform, the taller of the two started going off about how he'd been waiting for the day he got to face Levi, so that he could "set the records straight".

If anything, his claims only made the moment he collapsed after one punch even funnier.

Levi took more time with the next individual, letting him come in his vicinity and attempt a few blows. He avoided every single one, gliding like his attacker wasn't built like a freaking fridge. When he seemed fed up with it all, he smashed the other guy's head against the concrete so fast that almost everyone in the ground was gapping at them, confused. No one saw it coming, but the poor man on the ground surely felt it.

A few more rounds went by, and I still couldn't bring myself to move. It was so hauntingly beautiful, the way he was fighting. Every twist and turn, every move and every breath looked intentional, as if meant to make his final blow deadlier. Mikasa had achieved similarly dominating performances before, but the consistency in his display, the strength in each blow, the speed with which he moved. All of it was unmatched. And he didn't look like he was trying. Through it all, the same blank expression ornated his face, boredom and annoyance clear on it. The most effort I saw him display was when he twisted a guy's arm so bad that I almost felt the pain in my bones. That was the only one who came close to touching him, only slightly brushing against his shoulder.

I wonder what he looks like when he smiles.

After a while, he just left ring without saying a word, joining the same blond man that had been there all along and a younger looking redhead who was jumping around excitedly. While I didn't know anything about Levi to assume what his personality was like –other than Eren's not quite reassuring statement-, my eyebrows rose on their own as the girl threw her arm around his shoulders, her happy screams dying under those of the crowd.