Perfect Situation (High School Levi x Reader | Modern AU) [discontinued]

Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

You wrote down the last few sentences for your history paper that was due tomorrow morning that you were going to submit via email to Mr. Smith. It is currently 9.30 PM and your dad is working in his desk whilst your mom's currently taking a long bath. You heard a series of skype notifications from your laptop and decided to see what's up. It was Krista; she had asked you if you've finished your paper on Mr. Smith's class. You typed down a quick reply and started a small conversation with her. After she went offline, you felt bored and decided to brush your teeth. You watered your toothbrush and felt the refreshing minty taste of your toothpaste as you glided your toothbrush across your mouth. You rinsed, washed your hands and lay down on your bed. You listened to your favorite song and hummed the chorus. You gazed plainly at your ceiling, wondering about school and what you were going to do in the future. You thought about Sasha and wondered if she was going to pursue sports as a career or become a businesswoman as her mother had always told her to do in numerous occasions. You thought about picking up another hobby, photography perhaps? But you were too lazy to pick up a camera and take pictures of your surroundings. Maybe you should try writing a book someday? Or travel around the world to vast places that you never even knew existed. Watch the same sunset on different countries and continents of the world. Watch a concert, your favorite musician live or maybe even cosplay as your favorite character in a convention. Millions of ideas pooled inside your head, making you realize just how much you want to escape your ordinary life.

You saw your phone vibrate in the corner of your eye. You got up and saw that it was a series of texts from Levi under the name L.A in your contacts. It said, '(Y/n) you home?' 'Come down to your back door.' You looked at the time quizzically, it's around 10.15 PM now and your parents are probably in bed or working from their computers. You went downstairs anyway, stepping as quietly and as lightly as possible. You opened your backdoor as quietly as possible, though it creaked, you were sure that your parents couldn't hear it from upstairs. A man with dark hair that was parted in the middle stood in front of you. He had his cold, poker face-like expression with a look that you haven't seen him wear before; pain. His jaw was clenched as well as his breath was ragged and short, as if he was trying to even out the pain with his breathing. His lower lip was slightly cut and a fresh looking bruise was starting to decorate his otherwise pale collarbone, a sight you were all too familiar with. "Levi? What are you doing here?" Your eyes were frantically looking at him, scanning him. He wore a black leather jacket and his hand clutched a maroon coloured bandana that was compressed slightly above his right hip. "Can I come in?" He said, though his voice was raspy and low. You glanced behind him to see if other people saw him come in before opening the door and motioning him to get inside. "Holy crap, what happened?" You can't help but to touch his hand that compressed the damp maroon bandana, soaked with his blood and sweat. He flinched upon the contact. As you sat him down in the kitchen, you noted that his shaky hands were warm and wet. You gave him a glass of cold water and wiped the sweat on his neck and forehead with a nearby paper towel. "Y-your parents-" He hissed as his wound scorched pain throughout his abdomen for every word that escaped his lips. "Shh, it's okay, they're asleep. Just finish the water and sit tight, I'll get the first aid kit in the bathroom, then you can tell me what happened," you said as you hurried to the nearest bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit that sat on the cabinets of the lavatory near the kitchen. You also got him a new set of clean towels to clean up the bloody mess that he was making. You were all sorts of confused but you weren't going to let him die in your kitchen. What was he thinking? Going to your house out of the blue with a gaping wound instead of going to the hospital when the nurses are way more experienced than you are.

You went back and saw that his breathing is now less raged than before. He had taken off his jacket and droplets of his blood stained your pristine kitchen tiles. You went to him, opened the first aid kit, kneeled down and lifted up his shirt to see the injury. He removed the bandana that he held to compress the blood flow of his injury. The sight of it sent shivers down the back of your neck. "I'm sorry," he said. His voice was raw, soft and rugged all at the same time. His steely orbs met yours and you smiled reassuringly. You obtained out some cotton, disinfectant, the smallest sewing needle you could find in the box and some probes as well as some cleaning tools. You went to the sink to sterilize the materials by washing them with soap and hot water. You got out a cereal bowl from one of your kitchen cabinets and poured rubbing alcohol and soaked the needle and other tools that you were going to use to stitch Levi's wound back up. After dipping them in for about half a minute, you laid them down on a paper towel to dry. You washed your hands with soap and rubbing alcohol because all hell be damned if you were going to sew his injury shut with dirty hands and equipment. You thanked the gods for being present during Professor Hanji's class when she demonstrated how to stitch up a wound; God bless that woman. "Christ Levi, you should've gone to the hospital." You said while waiting for the utensils to dry. "Well, the blood flow's not that excessive, so I figured you could fix it, right?" He said in between clenched jaws. You went back to the injury and cleaned up the blood that pooled around it. His jaw clenched upon your contact but didn't flinch whatsoever. "I'm sorry, did that hurt? I'll try to clean it softer," you apologized. "No, no it's okay. I'm sorry for bothering you in a time like this. I, uh, panicked." Panicked!??? You panicked and went to me instead of going to the hospital???? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING????!? You thought. You dabbed the reminding blood with some cotton to get rid of it. You retrieved the disinfectant that stood in the kitchen table. "This will kinda sting a little, so... just a heads up." You warned, in which he nodded. You uncapped the bottle and poured the disinfectant around his wound. His muscles contracted and he hissed lowly. Some of it got through the hem of his shirt, mingling with the blood and sweat from before. You bit your bottom lip. The sight of Levi hissing in pain in the middle of the night astonished you. Here he was, sitting in a chair in your kitchen while lifting up his shirt so that you can tend his gaping wound. Thousands of girls would kill to be in your position right now. You gulped, and looked away. "I know this is gonna sound weird, but I think you should take off your shirt. N-not to sound pervy or anything but honestly it's kinda getting in the way." He chuckled and winced a little, "Getting a little frisky now, are we? Tch, all right then. Whatever you say, you're the boss." He smirked and lifted the rest of his shirt over his head and tossed it to the table. And now here you are, on your knees and tending the wounds of a shirtless man with the body of a sex god. Your eyes traveled to places other than the wound. His sweat covered his abdominal muscles and you literally have to restrain yourself mentally to not fuck up and touch his absolutely impeccable proof that he indeed has been working out a lot lately. "Eyes on the wound, (y/n)," he teased. Oh if your parents were to come down any second now, your ass is going to be in serious trouble. You blinked and blushed a little. You blew on the now sterilized area to dry it up and tried your best to not get distracted by the rest of his mesmerizing body. You then began to stitch the wound with the equipment that lay on the paper towel. Your hands were steady and you stitched at a constant speed, careful to pierce deep enough so that the skin won't tear. A zigzag pattern formed as you sewed it shut. "So.." you began, still concentrating at the wound. "I'm sorry. I know I'm an asshole to you," he apologized. "How did you, uh," you finished off your stitch by cutting the thread and tied it off with a sturdy knot, "your wound, how did that happen exactly?" You then retrieved a roll of medical tape as well as some bandage to wrap around his lower abdomen. You thought of touching his abdomen muscles with your hand and see what it feels like to feel the bump of his muscles on your fingertips as you trail along his god-like body. OH GOD NOT NOW, (Y/N) HE IS LITERALLY SITTING IN FRONT OF YOU RIGHT NOW, FOR FUCK'S SAKE, you thought and tried to shake the image off your head and carefully secured his now stitched wound with a cotton pad and some medical tape before wrapping his lower abdomen with bandage. You looked up to him and grinned at your work, feeling proud of it. He thanked you and finished the glass of water you handed him earlier. "You haven't answered my question," you say while packing the insides of the first aid kit back in before cleaning up the droplets of his crimson blood on your floor. "Oh, right, sorry. I got into a fight and the guy had a pocketknife and grazed me with it." You got up and sat on the chair next to him, "what about Farlan and Isabel?" "They weren't there when it happened. I was alone. Mind if I use your sink?" You nodded, "yeah, sure go ahead. I still think you should've gone to the hospital, though," He chuckled and stood up. Surprisingly, he didn't even wince or hiss while doing so. He turned on the sink and started to wash his bloodstained bandana that he used before to compress the wound earlier. "I'm sorry for bothering you.. Hospitals are just," he paused, "complicated I guess." You nodded understandingly. After washing his bandana, he placed it on the kitchen counter near the sink for it to dry. He then went to the chair in front of you and sat on it, "Thanks (y/n). I'm sorry I'm such an asshole to you. Honestly, I don't know why I came to your house. I thought about going to the hospital but then I'll have to explain to them what happened and then I'll be screwed. I was just driving my car and before I knew it I was already in front of your house, texting you to go downstairs. You could've called the cops on me but you didn't." His grey eyes struggled contacting yours before looking away. Unlike most situations in which he used his normal 'fuck you don't talk to me ever' expression, this Levi was stripped from the entire cold demeanor he puts on. You couldn't describe what he looked like in front of you, exposed from his somewhat pretentious poker face that he puts on in the hallways of your school. He looked honest, bare and relaxed but stern and rugged around the edges. You held his hand that rested on the table, and surprisingly he didn't swat you or anything. He just sat completely still, looking down at the table, contemplating about something. "Thanks for fixing me up," He said, though he looked as if he considering something. You smiled softly, "no problem,". You traced circles at the back of his surprisingly soft hand, something your mother usually does when she held your hand while you were having a sick day in an attempt to comfort you. You didn't know why but it always made you feel relaxed. You looked at him. The real him. You studied the way how his grey eyes looked intensely at the table and the cut on the bottom of his red lips. You studied his bruise on his collarbone and how his chest rises up and down for every time he inhales then exhales.

You checked your phone for the time. It was 12.09 AM. He peeked at your phone and stood up, wore his bloodstained shirt and held his jacket with his hand. He looked at you for a moment and looked as if he was considering something before grabbing you by the chin and looking at you deep in the eyes, "for the most part, I was an asshole to protect you. I didn't want me to corrupt you in any way, so I thought maybe if I acted like a prick you'd grow to resent me and stay innocent. I'd rather you hate me and stay safe than get death threats by staying by my side." He paused. You bit your bottom lip before he continued, "..but that stupid professor just had to put us in one group. Sometimes I lie awake at night and look at the stars and wonder if you're also looking at the same night sky thinking of me too. Sometimes I wish I could hate you for making me feel like a complete twat.. But I just can't bring myself to hate you, no matter how hard I tried." His voice was as loud as a whisper. "I..." You didn't know what to say. It's like all the words that you could've used to describe what you felt struggled to make its way out in your lips and the edge of your tongue. His face then inched closer to yours, your heart pounded so hard it almost fell out of your chest and your lips ached the touch of his mouth. You felt his breath on the edge of your lips and closed your eyes when suddenly you felt that his grip on your chin had gone, making you open your eyes. He pulled himself back and looked away, embarrassed. "Oh fuck. Oh Christ, what am I doing? I'm sorry, I can't risk it.." It was like the whole momentum that drove you had collapsed and you just wanted to die right then and there. Your face had gone red and so was his, both of your bodies ached for each other's touch and yet..

"What do you mean you can't risk it? I am perfectly abled to take care of myself!" You exclaimed carefully as to not wake your parents from their slumber. "I'm sorry, I-I can't. I lo- I can't. Okay? Just, I don't know, fuck off." He stuttered. For the first time in history, the great Levi, filled with cold-hearted charisma is in a loss for words right in front of your very eyes. "What do you mean fuck off? Christ, Levi, get your shit together. I care about you too; you're not alone in this! I fucking stitched your gaping wound for fuck's sake. There is a reason for why you chose to go to me and that is because you know deep down in the back of your mind that you trust me." You whispered loudly, your heart is in array of mixed emotions. "Please, Levi. I.." Like him, you were also at a loss for words. "I can't," He said softly. You looked down and took a deep breath as he collected his bandana, muttered a quick thank you and went for the door. You sat down on the chair for a few minutes before getting yourself a quick drink of cold water and cleaning up the rest of the bloodstains. You threw away the rag that you used carefully so that your parents won't find out. You put back the first aid kit to where it belonged and went to your room. That night, you didn't bother closing the curtains shut. You lie awake, unsure of what to feel, unsure of the mixed emotions that you felt, unsure of everything. You looked out at the stars and the moon that was televised in your window. Sometimes I lie awake and look at the stars and wonder if you're also looking at the same night sky thinking of me too. Eventually, though you weren't sure when, you eyes fluttered shut and you too fell in deep slumber.

-END OF CHAPTER THIRTEEN-

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