Early Spring

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-hi guys, you probably stumbled across this book that we will update every week. Thanks for reading :)
-Gentle reminder that this is a personality swap so don't be confused

"Levi get your ass over here," she called from her study.

"Yes Hanji-san!" He adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and ran to her room.

He popped his head from the edge of the doorframe and looked in. "What is the problem?" He asked in a cheery tone.

"Clean up the mess for me, thank you." Hanji used her left index finger to point at the spilt tea on the wooden floor while her eyes were still glued onto the computer screen.

"A...alright, but if I must say, you're quite clumsy, Hanji-san," Levi smiled as he left the room to fetch a cloth.

His comment was greeted with a flash of warning in the girl's eyes which Levi conveniently ignored.

"Being bullied again by Hanji, I see," a familiar low voice came from behind Levi. He turned around, only to see a broad well built body. He had to strain his neck to see who was it. Ah, it's the landlord, he thought, and his perfectly thicc eyebrows.

"You know... Hanji-san isn't so bad once you get to know her. She's just a little... Introverted, that's all." Levi replied calmly with a small white rag in his hand.

"Of course," Erwin had a faint smile on his face as he ruffled the teenage boy's hair and left to check on his other tenants.

"H-hanji, you're not going to be stuck in this room all day with no sunlight, NOT ON MY WATCH." Levi pushed aside Hanji's curtains after Erwin left, the sunlight piercing through her eyes, trying to adjust to the brightness. Like young teenagers seeing sunlight for the first time.

Hanji tried to be mad, but her attempts
were always backfired:
Like when this exact moment, Levi pushed away her typewriter and computer.
Like when Levi took her hand by the wrists to run to the farm outside.

"You know, Hanji, you have to enjoy the outdoor breeze sometimes. Staying locked up in there cannot be good for you. Especially when it's spring where the air is nice and refreshing." Levi said, his grip on Hanji's wrist loosening.

Hanji merely rolled her eyes, her right hand in the pocket of her coat.

"Why do you care anyways?" She muttered and took out her cellphone.

"Because you're my friend and I owe you one. You're paying for my rent as well, remember? I'm grateful for that. I always knew you had a good heart."

"Oh really?" Hanji replied casually but fervently hoped that she wasn't blushing.

"Well, my mom said that everyone has a bit of good in them."

"Yeah yeah whatever. Not bad having a maid to clean up the mess once in a while too, I guess."

"I'm only doing that because I'm in your debt and without my help the house would be a pigs sty."

"I told you you didn't have to do that, Levi." Hanji chided slightly while watching as Levi bend down beside her to feed the chickens.

"Yeah, but I want to be kind like you." Levi turned around to look at Hanji, who was looking deep in thought.

"Whatcha standing there for? Help me feed the chickens!" Levi handed the packet of grains to Hanji.

"O-okay."

"Here," Levi handed her a packet of seeds.

"Thanks..." Hanji sighed and placed her cellphone back in her coat pocket and rolled up her sleeves.

"Here chickens," she muttered half-heartedly as she poured some seeds into her hand and stretched it out close enough for the chickens to come.

"Not like that," Levi gently slapped her hand, "like this," He took some of the seeds from her and scattered it on the ground.

The family dog, Bean, came running towards them, scaring the chickens away as many of them flapped their wings and hopped away in fright.

Feathers of coffee brown littered over the place, covering part of the ray of sunlight.
The golden retriever leaped its way into Levi's lap as Levi pat its head.

"It likes you." Hanji said incredulously.

"Well while you were sitting in there being antisocial all day long, I made friends with it." Levi stated.

"But Hanji-San, you'll never like me as much as Max does." he quickly added.

"We shall see." Hanji squinted at him, not sure whether he heard her.

"Aren't you lonely without Hanji-san, hm?" Levi asked the over friendly golden retriever as it slobbered saliva over his hand.

"You do know he can't answer that, right,?"
Hanji spoke as she stood up.

She looked down at Levi who was still in a crouching position, a faint look of endearment on her face.

Hanji's shoulders seemed to relax a bit as she sat under the big oak tree she always visited as a child. When she played tag under there with people who's names she couldn't recall.

Levi sat down beside her, back facing the tree, before he laid down on the grass.

"H-Hanji-San, you ever thought of your future?" Levi said, soft enough for Hanji to catch her name and the question placed afterwards.

Hanji shook her head and glared at him,"why would you ask that, shitty glasses?"

"Because I want mine to be with you like this." Levi closed his eyes, oblivious to how Hanji was trying to hide her face that was gradually turning red.

"Levi, do you even know what shit you're saying now?" Hanji spoke as she turned to face him, only to see that his eyes were closed.

Ah, never mind, what was I thinking. He was probably just tired, She slapped her forehead. and very drunk, She bent down to gently set aside a silky lock of black hair which was covering Levi's right eye: his features looked so gentle and child-like. It was hard to imagine that he was twenty years old.

Levi eyes fluttered open and the first thing he saw was Hanji sitting there, staring at the lake in front of her.

"Let's go back home." Hanji muttered, aware that Levi was looking at her.

"H-home?" Levi went up front to sit beside her.

"Well, technically it's your home too." Hanji replied, matter-as-factly.

Levi rested his head on her shoulder,"Thanks."

"Oi, Shitty Glasses, don't do that." Hanji furrowed her eyebrows.

"Then don't mind if I do this again." Levi once again took her hand and took the lead to run back, with Hanji running alongside him. Just the two of them, perfectly preserved, before they slowly break.

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