Of Teacups and a Quill. [Levi Ackerman]

Jasmine

He was whipped.
Genre: Angst.

"Why did you fall in love with me?"

It was your one question that lingered in Levi's mind for quite a while. The one that made him ponder and generate another question... do I need a reason to love you?

You joined the Corps almost at the same time. He excelled at almost every kind of skill that would definitely help him survive outside the walls, while you were known for being one of the most kind and reliable soldiers of your time— branded as the female version of Moblit.

Befriending Levi Ackerman, however, was the hardest thing that you had to do. His grumpiness and menacing aura drove away every person who somehow attempted to be his acquaintance. You'd have to admit, there were a lot of times when you wanted to slap the fuck out of his handsome face, it was something about the way he talks and how he manages to insert the word "shit" in every kind of sentence, but you had never gain the courage to do so. Instead, you grew fond of the way he talks and got used to it as time passed.

"What are your thoughts about flowers, Levi?" You caught him sitting at the edge of the wall, one time, looking like someone who is contemplating about his life decisions. You did not know what he was thinking about, probably shit. That's why you decided to sit next to him and join his alone time.

"You don't have permission to sit next to me, brat." He snorted, probably rolling his eyes at you. But you did not know, you couldn't see his face.

The both of you sat in front of the sunset, radiating the warmest orange hues and some pink tinctures. Dreamy was how you would call it. Like a scenery which could only exist in someone's hallucinations.

"Yeah, I don't need your permission." You bluntly said, a smirk forming on your lips. After how many months of hesitations and cowardice, you have managed to overcome your fear of the captain. It was gradual but worth it. Because, you believed that he was not just a strong person with extraordinary skills. You wanted to know who he was beyond his title, beyond what others say. You sought to know him as Levi, and boy was he glad that you did.

You figured that hot tea was the way towards the man's heart. And flowers were yours. Particularly, Jasmine. 

It was the evening of September 6th. The night was freezing, and you had just finished washing up after having dinner with your squad— Mike's. The sound of rattling glassware from the mess-hall sparked your curiosity, and there you saw one of the cadets, you were not sure if it was Eren or Jean, but you decided to approach him.

"You need help?" You asked, biting the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from giggling, you really don't want the kid to feel embarrassed. But he looked like he just had to crap in his pants.

"Y-yes, ma'am. This is for captain Levi." He gestured the teacup with a ton of wet tea leaves inside of it. You felt bad for the boy, you decided to m handle it from there.

The captain's voice resonated against the wooden barriers when he heard a knock. He did not know who it was but he kind of wished that it's the tea. Eren took ages for this, it's about fucking time.

He was about to scold who was in front of him until he realized that it was you. A smile was plastered across your face when you placed the porcelain cup on his desk, beside the pile of paper that he was working on.

You did not know how to explain but he did look at you motherfuckingly. As if he was searching for the answers to his queries: What fuck are you doing here, where the fuck is Eren, what the fuck is this.

"Drink up, that is Jasmine tea. I'll get going." You flashed him a warm smile, probably warmer than the tea, before turning around and leaving him all by himself once again. Levi's mind finally processed what just happened, and he took a sip from the cup after making sure that it wasn't so hot that he'd burn himself.