Levi x Reader | Cold

Chapter Two - Crease

I stand there for a few seconds, thinking over what had just happened.

He is only a few steps ahead, walking at a rather slow pace.

I catch up with him quickly but he doesn't say a word and continues walking.

Looking down and glancing up at him again, I feel it's most appropriate to thank him.

"Th-thank you," I stammer. I usually don't talk to many people and I definitely don't typically get saved while almost plummeting into the ground.

He doesn't reply, and his expression doesn't change at all, ignoring my presence completely.

"Hey, where are you headed to? Only students in detention are supposed to be after school today." I try conversing with him again.

"How the hell does it concern you? Nosey brat." He snickers.

"Don't speak to me like that!" I retaliate.

Ignoring me, he continues to walk.

"I have to serve detention." He replies, after about a minute has passed.

"Why?" I ask.

"Do you always ask so many questions? It's very annoying."

"Are you always this rude?"

He ignores me yet again and this time I sigh in defeat.

As soon as I go through basic rules for detention, the room with about seven people, all men, goes quiet and comply to my demands.

I sit at the desk and read over my literature notes. That class is the only one I struggle in, I don't even understand why we have to take notes if we know how to read.

The hour goes by fast and luckily enough, there is no trouble.

As I pack up, a majority of the students who I assume are a group of friends due to how quickly they left together leave, and it ends up to be just me and the short boy in the classroom.

He takes his time packing his things and as soon as I'm about to walk out of the door, he speaks up.

"Wait," he says.

"What?" I ask.

He hands me a paper with my sloppy handwriting all over it.

"You left these notes on the desk." His voice is so monotoned that I begin to wonder if he has emotions at all.

"Oh. Thanks," I reply.

I feel very foolish for leaving them on the desk, but I'm more embarrassed over the fact that he took notice of it.

"Why is your face so red?" He says it so it sounds more like a complaint than a question.

"It isn't," I defend.

The smirk on his face shows me he isn't buying my pitiful attempt at lying.

We end up taking the same exit and the same path. I find it odd, I didn't take notice that he ever walked this way, unless he is involved in extra-curricular activities.

"Do you always take this way?" I question.

"Yes." He replies shortly.

"Oh."

The tension is awkward and I feel face redden again.

"And now you're blushing again," he pokes my cheek, which seems very out of character. "Do you always blush like this?"

"No, I'm just cold." I lie. It is October, so I hope he is buying that excuse.

Letting out a sigh, he glances at my tiny frame before removing his grey jacket.

"What are you doing?" I eye him suspiciously and raise my brow.

He places the jacket around my shoulders, avoiding the question and eye contact.

"Does it fit?" He asks.

It does fit quite well, the jacket goes down to my hips, surprising me due to his short stature.

"Yes." I respond.

"Don't get it dirty." He commands harshly.

My eyebrows crease and I try to wrap my head around his demanding tone but expressionless face.

"Are you always so commanding?"

He doesn't reply, but lets out a sarcastic sound, as he turns away from my direction.

"This would be my house," he says, without turning back to face me. "Remember to keep that jacket clean."

I laugh silently at his serious tone when it comes to cleanliness.

In a few minutes I'm at my house, with my mom not home as usual.

Grabbing myself an apple, I lay down on my bed and replay the memories of the day before I fall into a deep sleep.