Underwear

Chapter 2 - Fuck Off, Hanji

Chapter 2 - Fuck Off, Hanji

The panicked run to the speeding bus was a bore. The packed bus ride was a bore. The random butt pinch from a 40 year old cougar was unusual...however the dash from the bus station to the shop was depressing for the already solemn Levi. Especially when Petra, his perky boss, gave him a long, agonising lecture about getting to work on time for the customer and that his clothes were poor. Again, resulting in boring him to death.

After Petra's time wasting rant, Levi was stationed on the till out of spite for his lack of punctuality appearing rather gloomy. His posture was that of a proud solider but his dark eyes were ready to doze off in one of the changing rooms.

Levi solemnly remembered the last time he spent an hour to himself in the changing rooms, from that encounter that was the last day he spent in there despite how soft and cosy the cushions are (he even put the effort in to confirm it with Petra).  The customer, now shopping in a grander underwear store across the heaving shopping centre from Petra's, used new swearwords Levi had never encountered in his entire life, which he now partially takes for granted and uses them against Eren when need be.

"Excuse me?" While Levi was blankly staring at the white wall in his means of trying to not get spotted, observing the small cracks climbing up to the ceiling, a rather flamboyant customer popped into his blurred line of sight.

Levi's theory, after working lord knows how long, was that all customers are like dinosaurs. If you don't move, they wont notice you and gladly move on to the next staff member but if you're in their line of sight there's no chance you can run. Levi had a 1 in a 200 chance (he figured it out at the flat with Eren).

"Yes?" He swiftly glanced upwards at the brand covered woman before him; dark purple lipstick covered her thick lips, her incredibly dark skin shined even in the dull lighting. But what truly amazed Levi was that half of her curled black hair was blue.

"Could I pay for these?..." The customer mumbled sheepishly, clearly embarrassed by her vivid purchase.

Glancing down, Levi briefly stared in awe at the neon blue laced thong and bra on the counter before scanning the fiddly price tag.

Levi wasn't sure how he was still coping with his job, especially the many faces of flushed females that passed through of all shapes and sizes.

Customers were usually new and unaware of what was inside in the store, usually coming out bagless and afraid however there were a few familiar faces Levi recognised that popped in every once in a while for their new escapade. Sasha, a hyper food lover, was a common face along with her boyfriend, Connie, always picking out of the sale shelves and leaving without a word and Christa, with her rather boyish girlfriend. Thankfully none of the couples were the chatty type to make Levi regret his life choices.

"It matches..." Levi grumbled, in attempt to make small talk. Slipping the underwear cautiously into the bright magenta bag that unfortunately Petra picked out, oblivious of the blinding colour.

"Yeah...my boyfriend likes it," the customer giggled as she fumbled with her locks like a little girl spying on her crush.

"That'll be 15 pounds 65 pence."

With a quick swipe of a fancy card, the ugly bag and airbrushed customer vanished into the bustling shopping centre heading to her next destination.

"Levi! Put more effort into selling the underwear, that customer was super cute!" A peppy voice boomed through the shop, catching everyone's attention like usual.

Hanji.

Dressed in the same attire as Levi but with a slightly more effort, Hanji cheerfully skipped towards his sour state as if they owned the place except they were in the same position as him. Strictly speaking, Hanji had a degree in microbiology which means they were a somebody unlike most of the employees working at the shop but Hanji hadn't made it just yet.

"Tch. I put more effort in with her than anyone else in this god forsaken shop," Levi scowled, deepening his usual frown to address Hanji's chipper demeanour. Crossing his lanky arms to prove his point and stood his ground behind the counter.

"Maybe if you met a nice girl and settled down you'd be-" Levi stopped Hanji mid sentence with the awfully loud rumble coming from the back of his throat like an animalistic growl which, to be perfectly honest, wasn't unusual for Levi.

Nobody knew Levi's current situation with Eren, they didn't even realise he was bi for that matter, all they really knew was that Eren was renting a room out to Levi and that he was a polite, charming young man. Oh how he will laugh when they find out.

"I'm not interested," Levi spat.

"It's not her this time, she lost interest very quickly actually-" Hanji snorted "-but his name is Erwin since you seem like you aren't into breasts and vaginas..." Hanji shrugged at their suggestion.

Hanji had been trying to set Levi up with anyone they found on the street, even brought them to the shop like cattle.

"Fuck off Hanji, I'm serious."

"I'm serious too, Levi, maybe it'll lighten you up if you go on one date," Hanji, once again gave their iconic shrug, with a sly grin growing eerily over their face.

"Or are you...frustrated in your nether regions?" A bushy, but well trimmed, eyebrow rose out of spite. Hanji knew how to play their cards right as they brought out their straight flush at the worst moment and pissed Levi off.

"I swear, Hanji, I will fucking shove my foot into whatever you have hiding down there-"

However before Levi could finish his outrageous threat towards the snarky son of a bitch before him, an awfully suspicious package filled his vision.

Small and discreet but creepily familiar to bitter bastard when he rarely passed the back of the store only a few dare to venture into for restocking.

Anal beads.