Never Let You Go ▶A Levi Ackerman X Reader◀

Chapter Ten

Your Point of View

I hear a loud bang outside my room. I jump, slightly startled. I am about to get up when I hear footsteps.

What just happened? I wait a long moment, hearing more footsteps, before I get up and peek out. The hall is empty. I guess that means I'm alone again.

I return to my room, finding the book Hanji left me. I continue reading, when, once again, a noise outside my room draws my attention. I set the book down, getting up, opening the door once again. This time I see a small group of around 5 or so people huddled together. I furrow my brow.

They spot me and they look at me with curious glances. What am I? Some experiment?

"Hey!" One of them, a short blond girl, says, waving.

I know I'm supposed to be avoiding people, but despite my usual anxiety in socal situations, I don't want to seem impolite. I'm new here. I would rather make friends rather than enemies. I wave, smiling shyly in return.

A taller brunette girl grabs the blond girl's hand. She's much taller, and her eyes are narrowed. Her body is very lean and slim, unlike the smaller blond who has a round face.

She leans in, whispering to the smaller girl, whom immediately is taken aback.

"Ymir, why must you be so suspicious?" I catch her say. "She's in the hospital wing. She's probably hurt."

"But, Christa-" Ymir begins.

After a moment, Hanji emerges from her office. I retreat back into my room, returning to my bed. The fun is over.

I lay on my back, waiting for Hanji to come in and interrogate me, but she never does. I sigh.

I wonder where Captain Levi went to. I was enjoying his company.

Levi's Point of View

I slam my fists into the punching bag. One after the other, over and over. A bead of  sweat rolls down my forehead.

I hit it until my as grow tired and I can't hit it anymore, my fists aching intensely. I breathe deeply, grabbing my towel from the bench. I hang it over my neck, letting the soft white fabric rest over my shoulders. I take a swig of cool water from my canteen. It feels refreshing, the cold immediately seeping into the pit of my stomach.

I take the opportunity to work on something less intense. I cross the room to the rack and pull a set of heavy dumbells off the shelf. I bend my elbows, curling my arms upward, one after the other. I lift the weights upward, stopping before they touch my shoulder, lowering them back down.

Soon my arms begin to burn, and I really have to work to lift them. I bite my bottom lip, groaning softly.

I peer down at my bulging muscles, watching as the veins bulge. Sweat drips down my skin.

When my arms feel sore, I drop the weights on the floor, moving on to the treadmill. I set it to a higher setting, to the point where I'm nearly sprinting the entire time. I keep up as long as I can. I push my legs, forcing them to pump faster and faster. I continue my steady speed, stopping after a long period of time. I turn off the treadmill, my pace slowing with it. I get off, walking back over to my canteen. I take a drink of water, before I run my fingers through my damp hair.

Despite my intense workout and sudden exhaustion, I can't get (Y/n) off my mind.

Maybe I didn't do enough. I didn't want to feel anything, except the soreness of exercising, but I can't get rid myself of my care and concern for her.

I grab my bottle and leave the room, heading outside the building. A breeze blows over my bare skin, pushing my hair out of my face. I sigh. It feels nice. It'll keep me cool while I run.

I set my canteen by a tree, adjusting the string of my shorts. Then I take off running into the forest, sighing deeply as the wind whips at my body.

I love running. I feel free. I love the feeling of being on my own, moving briskly, not having anything to do, but move.

I just run. I don't stop for anything. I hop over fallen branches, duck under lower trees, the long grass brushing over my exposed calves. It isn't until the bright setting sun blinds me that I decide to return.
The freedom I feel reminds me of my life before I joined the Survey Corps.

But like the trees I stride past, all of that is behind me. And that's where I'd like to keep it.

I wonder how (Y/n) is. Hopefully my sudden absence didn't confuse or distress her.

Since when do I care?

I groan, pushing my legs until I'm sprinting at full speed.