Dirt & Windex | a levihan fanfiction

one - sob drunk story

Warning: potential manga spoilers

Commander Erwin was dead and now Levi's long time friend, Hange Zoë, took up the position as the 14th Commander of the Scouts. He knew she would need help. It wasn't an easy position and she, too, had recently lost someone dear to her.

"Oi, Four Eyes," Levi said, entering the office that she inherited. Hange looked up from her papers. He took in her appearance. Her hair was messy, her eyepatch a little crooked. She was wearing her uniform still, even though it was late. Levi could she was stressed and he wanted to help.

"Yes, Levi?" She asked, her tiredness evident.

He took the crook of her arm, pulling her up. "You need to go to sleep. I'll finish your paper work."

She gave him a small, sad smile, "I've got it, Shorty. Thank you though. It's you who needs to sleep."

Despite her argument, Hange let Levi pull her out of the office and lead her back to her room.

When they reached the door, he forced her to lie down instead of sitting at her desk and going through more papers.

"Levi. Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you." She whispered, pulling the covers over herself.

He nodded simply, turning the knob to her door to leave. Once he did, he went to his own living quarters, the familiar feeling of loneliness washing over him as soon as he stepped into the dark room.

Levi groaned, pulling the blankets over his face to cover the sun shining mercilessly in from his window. He hated those dreams, but only because he had no idea who the woman was and it seemed his dream self had feelings for her. Levi wanted to know who she was why he dreamt about her and some fantasy, dystopian world ever since the incident.

He didn't have work today, but his attempt at sleeping in was already a fail. He sighed, rolling out of bed and into the bathroom where he grimaced at his reflection.

A purple scar ran down through his eye and down to his lips. He couldn't use the muscle on the right side of his face, making it impossible to open his eye. Levi had gotten into a horrible car accident four months back and he had barely survived the head trauma and blood loss. The only explanation for his reoccurring dreams was the trauma to his noggin.

He stared at his bedhead and lilac circles that forever rested beneath his eyes. A good nights sleep was rare for Levi. If it wasn't the insomnia, it was the constant nightmares and odd dreams that played in his head over and over. He jumped into the shower. With his eye closed, Levi stood there letting the scalding water run down his body before washing. After five minutes, he got out and dressed in black jeans, a hoodie, and a light jacket to go over it.

Levi knew he had to go grocery shopping or he'd be starving and probably die from tea withdrawals.

It was October, so the leaves were falling and beginning to crunch underneath his boots as he walked out to his car. It was a short drive to the grocery store, and after that, he'd stop by the coffee shop to get tea.

He arrived at his destination, walking up and into the large store. He pulled his list from his jeans pocket.

- pasta noodles
- spaghetti sauce
- bread
- milk
- toilet paper

Levi scrunched his nose, grabbed a cart, and went to the bread aisle, feeling for the softest bread. He left his cart for a moment to check the other side, and when he turned around, Levi found his face shoved into someone's chest.