Of Teacups and a Quill. [Levi Ackerman]

Detergent

You were left alone with laundry duties.

Genre: Modern AU, fluff.

The sound of a machine always startles you, especially when the timer of your manual laundry machine goes off. Hanji, your roommate slash best friend who left hours ago, being the person they are, begged you to wash "some" of their clothes as they would have to do their plates. And who were you to decline? A "few shirts" and a piece of shorts would not hurt. Yep, not at all. . .

Fuck it.

Your nose is now filled with the clean and mild scent of your detergent, it was the smell of cottons and babies. Babies smell nice, you thought as you put Hanji's clothes inside of the machine for the THIRD time. You were scammed, you could not believe it, they had a TON of clothing. A mental note to smack Hanji the moment they get home is already pinned at the back of your head.

This was supposed to be a one-hour chore, and your phone broke so you couldn't even listen to some music, damn it.

After hearing the door close, you immediately spoke, assuming that the person who went in was your best friend.

"Hanji, I swear to God, you should buy me dinner because of this." You shouted from the bathroom. You can't even get up, your clothes are soaked in the front, hair is a mess, and sweat trickled down every part of your body. You were sure that you look nasty as fuck as you continuously squeeze some of the water out of the fabric that you are holding.

A chuckle echoed from across the room. The voice was too deep, it couldn't be Hanji, you thought.

"Busy day, hm?"

In a blink of an eye, your head snapped up and saw Levi. He's Hanji's blockmate in the University, and you guys have met through them, and so you became good friends, too. He had spent a generous amount of time in your apartment for the past few days because of their group plates, together with Erwin. But they had to do it at Erwin's place right now because apparently, they are too tired to witness the mess around yours and Hanji's place. Yes, the audacity. But you really did not mind.

Architecture majors. You sigh.

And now you are wondering why he's here. And you are guessing that your best friend had left something and they ordered Levi to get 'em.

Wrong. No one could ever boss this man around, except for Erwin.

"Why are you here?" You got back to your chore and wait for his answer. A few more left.

He cleared his throat, "Your detergent smells nice."

You bit your lip, feeling the flattery linger above your head and tickle your stomach like crazy. That was one hell of a compliment, especially if it comes from this man.

"Thanks," You replied, not looking back, you did not want him to see how silly your appearance is right now.

"What's that brand?" He asks, again. The question did confuse you in some way, since you are using one which is really common in the market. And doesn't he use the same one? You knew because him and Erwin. . . their clothes smell the same!

You looked at him, "You use the same brand, ask Erwin."

Levi smirked, you swore you barely see him lift the corner of his lips that when you do, you would question if it s already the end of the world.

"It smells better when you are the one using it."

For a good thirty seconds, the only sound that you could hear is the whirling of water from the washing machine, and the machine itself. Oh, and your crazy heartbeat, too.

"Are you flirting with me?"

He scoffed at you, finally getting inside the bathroom and sitting at the edge of the tub, "You finally noticed?"

You bit the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from grinning.

"Don't do that, you look cute."

You really want to smack him across the face right now. Your cheeks are burning up! Seriously, the warmth that rushed up your face was overwhelming you. How could he do this without being. . . skittish.

"You're fidgety when you are shy."

"Shut up, you did this to me."

The fizz of soap from your hands cascaded along with the water as you wash your hands on the sink, finally done with all the washing. You only have to throw this last set on the dryer and hang it and you are finally done.

You sat next to Levi, smelling the detergent with a mix of his cologne radiating from his shirt. You rolled your eyes.

"Why are you here?" You asked, grabbing a clean cloth and wiping your sweat-drenched face and neck.

"I'm here for two things," he paused for a while, you swore you saw a hint of redness on his ears, God he's cute. "We finished early so I'm asking you out for tea."

Time stopped. You got lost in his eyes for a second. Me, going out. . . with Levi fucking Ackerman of the colllege of Architecture.

Who could blame you? He's a university heartthrob, he's handsome, he's smart, he is everything that a woman could ever asked for.

"Oh, o-okay. Let me just, fix myself." You stood up, still kind of in trance. Levi finds you cute. Innocent, kind of funny, kind, totally his type. Plus, you smell really nice, too. "What's the other one, by the way?" You asked, getting a towel from your cabinet because you intend to take a shower.

You saw him leave the bathroom and go towards your small, messy living room, probably took the cue that you'd use the shower.

"Hanji told me to tell you that the ones in their laundry basket are clean and that the clothes on their bed," His head appeared from the doorway, a hint of amusement is evident in his silver-blue eyes, "Are the ones that you should wash."

OH.