Never Let You Go ▶A Levi Ackerman X Reader◀

Chapter Thirty-Six

Warning: There are spoilers from the attack on Titan: no regrets manga. I'll let you know when they start and end!

A week later

Levi's POV

I put my things in different boxes, which are carefully organized. (Y/n) helps. Thankfully I don't have many belongings, so packing up only takes an hour or so. (Y/n) reaches under my bed, pulling out a worn, leather box. She sets it in my bed. 

"There aren't dust bunnies under here, but a mysterious box? You're weird, honey." 

"It's not mysterious. You can look in it if you want." I respond. It holds a few things from my past that I hid. 

She sits on my bed, pulling the box on her lap. She opens the lid, looking at the various things in it. She picks up a photograph of me and two friends from years ago. As I expected, she asked about them. I sit down beside her, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. I peer down at the worn, black-and-white picture of us three.

"Who are these people?" She asks.

Spoilers start

"Their names were Isabel and Farlan. We were friends a long time ago. More than ten years ago. Erwin was a new Commander and I lived in the underground. We were a team."

I told her the story about how I lived in the underground and I was forced to work in the survey corps as a pardon for my crimes. But I never told her anything else.

"What happened to them?" She asks. 

"They died. We had all been forced to join the survey corps. We were sent on a dangerous expedition. The weather was horrendous. The rain was so dense you could barely see through it. We were attacked by an abnormal titan. It was fast and very violent. I didn't have a chance to save them..."

"That's horrible." 

"Yeah. I know you and Isabel would've been best friends. You're a bit like her." 

"Really?"

"You both are very curious, and caring. A bit adventurous."

Spoilers end

She studies me in the photo for a long moment. "You were cute." She says, grinning. 

"I was cute? I don't like that past tense."

"It's not past tense."

I look at the picture, remembering the horrible end they came to. I feel a tinge of pain.
She places​ the picture back in the box. 

"When we're done with my things we have to move yours. Do you still have those boxes under your bed?" I ask her, trying to quickly change the subject. 

"Yes. I took them out this morning and started packing before breakfast."

"How much do you have left?"

"Most of my stuff."

"Of course," I mutter, getting to my feet. 

She kneels back down on the floor, her arm reaching under my bed. 

"There shouldn't be anything else under there," I say. 

"I felt something..." She trails off as she pulls her arm out, one of her bras in her hand. Her cheeks grow flushed, dusting over with a deep pink. She throws it at me, my hand flying up, catching it in midair. I peer down at the silky, red piece. I remember when she last wore it. She looked beautiful, as usual. It was probably the same night it ended up under my bed. 

I pack my few outfits away, folding them carefully. I'll have to iron them when I unpack. I put her bra in with my stuff. Next, I pack up my bedding and pillows, finishing with my toiletries and smaller things. 

Everyone insists on helping to carry things downstairs, which I feel grateful for.
We walk to (Y/n)'s room, my eyes widening when I see everything lying around. I've never seen it so messy. 

She kneels beside an open drawer, pulling clothes out, and putting them in a box that's already half full. She pulls out something lacy and black. Her eyes suddenly meet mine, a knowing look spreading across her face. 

"These are my favourites," I say, taking them from her. 

"I know they are." She responds, peering at me through her eyelashes. 

I set them in the box, helping her clear out the rest of her drawers. I find various items of clothing I've never seen her wear. While you're here there's a certain dress code that doesn't allow you to wear your street clothes very often. Not seeing her in black slacks and a white blouse will take some getting used to. 

She packs up her blankets, pausing to pick up her stuffed rabbit. She peers down at it. I watch her, her entire being seeming to glow. She smiles, packing it away. She puts her journal, and her books in a smaller box, along with her stationary set and her notes from the past several months. 

In little time we're all packed and prepared to depart. 

"Well, well." I hear from behind me. I turn, seeing Oluo Bozado standing there, his arms folded over his chest. "I never thought I'd see the day when you found someone willing to deal with your cold heart."

"Oh, shut it," I mutter. 

"Oh, bite your tongue. His heart isn't cold." (Y/n) says defensively. 

"I will not!" He steps forward, slipping on a dip in the dirt, his jaws snapping shut, and blood running down his chin. He groans loudly, holding his mouth. 

"It seems you just did," I respond innocently, scratching my neck. 

"Serves you right." (Y/n) adds quickly. 

"She's bold, I'll give you that." He says, his words muffled under his hand. "Good luck, Captain."

"Thank you," I say, nodding once. 

I see Petra walk by quickly, her head down. Oluo notices, chasing after her. "H-hey! Petra!"

Hanji comes running from the building. "Captain!" She shouts. She carries a box in her hands. She stops before us, holding the box out. "I got you a gift!" I take the box. 

"You didn't have to do that, Hanji." (Y/n) says, taking her hand.

"How could I not? I was planning on giving these things to you both on Christmas, but now's as good a time as any."

I open the lid, finding a beautiful teapot in it. I also smell tea. I lift the lid, finding a box of black tea nestled in there. I also see a book. I take it out. "Oh, that's for you," Hanji says, taking it from me and handing it to (Y/n). Her eyes light up. 

"Hanji! This is amazing! Where did you find it?"

"I discovered a little bookstore in town. Open the cover." Hanji smiles, pleased with (Y/n)'s reaction. 

"It's the first edition?! Hanji, I could kiss you." She says, throwing her arms around four eyes. She pecks her cheek. Hanji blushes wildly, a wide smile spread across her face. 

"Really Hanji, thank you," I mutter. 

"Did you just... Thank me?" Hanji says, sounding surprised. 

"Don't ruin it, four eyes."

"Fine, fine. Anyway, you two have a safe trip. I'll see you both later." 

"See you, Hanji." (Y/n) responds. 

I reach over, taking her hand. "Come on, let's go."