rêveur - ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ

7

today was another day of me just running around everywhere. wow three weeks really pass by when i'm just exploring the whole damn building.

"go to the 6th floor and ask for their numbers of manufacturers for the gear project," mr. ackerman says. he hands me a notepad and i take it but i don't move. "is there a problem? go."

i haven't been able to take a good look at my own boss or even have a regular work talk, his eyebrows are pretty thin but they suit him and despite him being an asshole, he's pretty cute. i go and on my way to the elevator, i see mikasa carrying several binders.

"hey! you going to the elevator?" i ask.

"yeah i have to get these to a meeting down on 3rd" she answers. we both get in and press the floor we need to go on.

"oh for the gear project? what's that about?" i ask. mikasa sets the binders on the floor and fixes her suit.

"levi doesn't talk about that with you?" she asks.

"no, he doesn't talk to me unless it's about an assignment plus it's a lot to read," i sigh. "please tell me!"

"we're inventing a maneuver gear," she says. "a 3d maneuver gear, it's like us flying through the air but it is more for blow collar workers ans we're trying to also market it towards hikers in a subtle way."

"whoa... that seems really cool" i say, the gears in my head shifting. mikasa shrugs and i notice she has a red scrunchie. "changing things up?"

i point to her hair tie and she chuckles.

"well they don't permit scarves so i cut a bit off and made it into a hair tie" mikasa says.

"creative" i comment. the elevator opens and i get out. "okay well see you!"

she waves as the doors close and i go down the hall and into the office. i know it must've hurt to even change that scarf.

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i stare at the window across from my desk. this is very boring although any second now, he's going to call me into his office to get him tea then i can probably see connie.

"y/n, go get me some tea" mr. ackerman says over the intercom. he finally started to call me by my name after just giving out demands.

"yes sir" i reply and grab my mug too. i hurriedly go out and straight to the kitchen. my luck is good because connie is here! i see him on the chair, reaching for something on top of the refrigerator.

"what are you doing?" i laugh.

"well sasha has been eating my food so i hid it here" he says, his voice strained from stretching his limb out. connie pulls back with his lunchbox with a smile. "when is your lunch break?"

"um... an hour or two from now" i say. i don't even come to the kitchen to eat, i just stay in my office.

"aw mine is right now and sasha's is pretty early but i finally beat her" he holds his box up in a slight victory pose. i chuckle and start on the water for the tea and coffee. "wanna see what i have?"

"yeah" i go over and sit down at the table with him. connie opens his box and in there is a shitload of food. brown rice, chicken, vegetables, bread that's been squeezed in to fit, and two strawberries. "why do you have only two strawberries?"

"cause there wasn't enough room for more" connie answers. he already started eating his rice and i just laugh it off. the water sounds ready so i get up to grab the tea cup and bag before pouring in the boiling water.

"looks like you really improvised," i comment. "i wish my lunch was as full as yours."

i finish my coffee and grab both cups in both hands, giving him one more glance to see him chowing down his food like it was his last meal.

"do you want the other one?" connie asks, noticing my eye contact, wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

"uh yeah sure let me-"

"it's fine" connie stands up with the strawberry in his hand. wait what? my face instantly gets warmer and warmer as he gets in front of me and motions for me to open my mouth. i chuckle nervously and open my mouth, my eyes darting around the room to avoid the eye contact. i feel the cold fruit in my mouth while connie stares at me intensely. my heart bangs against my chest as i look up at him with a sort of appreciation for sharing.

i bite down slowly, my eyes focusing on him. his mouth mimicks mine and with his other hand, he hovers it under my chin, most likely to catch any juices or pieces that fall down. his scent hits me when i realize how close we are to each other and how i haven't even finished a simple bite of the strawberry, almost savoring the moment of how intimate this is, he also hasn't taken his hand off of the stem, but then the door swings open and there is my fucking boss.

"y/n-" he stops as soon as he sees what's happening. i step back from connie, taking the fruit with me in my mouth. mr. ackerman stays quiet for a few seconds, his eyes going from connie to me and then at the minimal space between us. without wasting another second, he turns back and walks out the door.

"um i need to go" i tell connie through the strawberry before trying to open the door.

"here i got it," he says, opening the door. "and i'm sorry if i got you in trouble."

i don't say anything and go to the office, finishing up the fruit in less than a second. why am i so panicked?