Instincts (LEVI x READER)

VII

A/N

!Trigger warning! there's some smutty stuff here :):)

By the way, this kind of a filler chapter because I'm still trying to find solid plot for this story, 1st story, sorry I'm not good at writing :(

For the smut fans, here's a gift!

-Y/N-
After dinner Hanji had met up with immediately after to grab rags with me as we cleaned up the mess hall.

"Why are you oddly close to me?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" Hanji stared at me with a small smirk, one that Hanji often used and commonly looked like Hanji was up to no good.

"Ever since we first met, you've been asking me about my day, what my life was like before this, and you know what i've done. I'm a murderer. Why aren't you scared of me like the other scouts? Why don't you keep to yourself?"

"If i'm being completely honest, don't kill me" Hanji paused and let out a light laugh, "Levi made me befriend you, but now i've realized that you are genuinely have a great personality and I want to continue to get to know you. It might've been Levi to make me talk to you first but it was whole-heartedly my decision to keep talking to you."

Those words somehow made my heart twinge deep inside. Just a little bit. It was something short if an  emotion, and I was kind of fearful of it. Hanji - wants to be my friend.

"Yes. I want to be your friend. Is it so hard to ask?"

"Well - no. You're probably the first friend i've ever had then. It's an odd feeling"

"It's called affection, sweetie. Get used to it" Hanji winked at me and I returned a confused look to her.

"Come on, let's get going, we finished cleani-" I paused

Someone started to head down the mess hall, interrupting our conversation.

"You can leave once I check this place has been cleaned thoroughly. Hanji, you can leave."

Levi.

"You can't be serious" I rolled my eyes. Throwing the rag on the table as he slowly inspects the place, running fingers on the underside of the tables, as well as checking if the floors were scrubbed to make a reflection of his face.

"I've been here a couple hours after dinner - don't make me stay here longer than I have to."

"I'm here to discuss something with you."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Your name. You never told me it - or anyone to say. But I know I know it. Something in the back of my mind. And you won't tell me." he stares with a straight, cut, countenance.

I gulped. My name has only ever been said once.

-Flashback-

My teacher looked like a fart. He was old, chubby, had grease his hair, a little food stain on his shirt, and wait, was that dandruff or bread crumbs? I was not ready for schooling. My mother had finally decided to put me in school so that I didn't look like I was put off from others. Fortunately, education was free. Didn't mean that the education was taught well though.

"Adam O'Leary." my teacher started announcing names in order.

"Levi Ackerman"

"Y/N" I raised my hand just slightly to show I was here. I didn't want anyone to know who I was. But that kid. That Levi kid always stares at me.

-End of Flashback-

"I always did well in school" was all I said.

His eyes widened, as if he had figured it out. "You're Y/N" he whispered, almost as if he was talking to himself.