Yours Truly, Levi

Uh-Oh

You stare into the bubbly water, swallowing your tears. This is nothing to cry over, you tell yourself. It's not like I care what that buffoon thinks. That... handsome... well-built... gorgeous... buffoon... dammit.

The water churns in the pot, and you see the reflection of the entire beach campsite, warped and backwards... like how your heart feels now. Baka. What did I think? I'm not as pretty as he is handsome. He probably would go for somebody drop-dead gorgeous, someone who didn't have to bind her chest or keep herself nearly bald!

You fight the tears, but they come anyway. Baka. Stupid. Don't cry. Despite everything, tears flow down your cheeks, and you wipe them away roughly with the sleeve of your shirt. "Come now," you whisper hoarsely to yourself. "It's not a big deal. Why am I getting so upset?"

Shoving your emotions aside, you take a deep, confident breath, filling your chest and setting your shoulders back firmly. No more moping. This is getting ridiculous. Walking to the shore of the beach, you plunge two more canteens in the icy surf and allow them to cool. Bubbles stream off of the metal canteen, tickling your fingers and making you giggle. Before you realize what is happening, you feel a rock sliding under your foot. With a shriek, you lose your footing and fall into the chilly waters, right on your behind. "Ow!"

"Careful, klutz," a voice chides from the shore.

Disgust fills you, and you turn your head to tell him off. "Shut up, Heichou," you say, mopping saltwater from your eyes.

But as you regain your sight, it's not Levi that is standing on the sand, hands on hips with a smug look on his face. It's-

"Captain Jas- oh! I mean- I'm sor- uh- I thought you were..." You flush. "I thought you were Corporal Levi," you say abashedly.

The tall, handsome man smiles, laughing good-naturedly at your plight. "I suppose that damn Ackerman is one to pick on the weak and small," he teases. "It's too bad he doesn't swing the other way, because you two would've made a great couple."

"Wh-what?" You stare in shock. "I don't know what you're- what!"

He laughs again. "Relax, I'm teasing. But, you know, a few of the other guys are thinking the same thing."

You feel your face turn scarlet. "I don't know what you're talking about," you say.

He smiles as you stumble, soaked to the bone, from the water. "Or is it not that he doesn't swing that way, but that he only swings that way, and that's why he refuses to acknowledge what the rest of us see already." His eyes rest on your soaked shirt.

What?! "I'm afraid I don't-" You glance down, and feel your face turn even redder, if that's possible. Your shirt is very much see-through, the white fabric sticking to your bound but undeniably female chest. Shit.

"What I'm saying is... maybe he doesn't realize what he's got right here, Miss... Bozu."

Your body numbs in shock, and you tumble right back into the waves, hiding your chest. "Shit," you whisper.

"But if you'll let me... I can show you the perks of being the only female on an island of men," he says seductively.

Damn. He knows your secret for two minutes and he's already hitting on you?

"With all due respect- get lost, sir."

"Whatever you say, O-chan," he replies, using the term "O" for an unknown name, and -chan, as if you were a close friend. What is this guy's deal?

"Don't get too comfortable with Levi-san," he says over his shoulder as he saunters away. "I've heard that every girl he ever loved winds up dead, or his cousin."

What?!

"And don't forget my offer, when your crush comes crashing down." And with that, Jason leaves you in the water, puzzled and frustrated and soaked in the freezing salt water.