Dirt & Windex | a levihan fanfiction

six - plants, coffee, and lots of mess

A/N  I suck at science so all of the science shiz talked about is a load of bs, so don't go using it in class :)

"Four Eyes, get your shit out of my room!"

Hange had been living with Levi for a month now. She had began her job a week after applying. The lab wanted her as soon as possible. She really enjoyed the work she did. It was far more interesting than teaching moody teenagers about science. Instead, she got to study and learn all sorts of new things. Her latest discovery was a new type of bacteria that healed blood cells.

She had earned a lot of money already and was planning to move out. Levi had helped her more than enough and she needed to get out of his way. She would be sad to leave him. It seemed she learned a new thing about him each time they spoke. She enjoyed studying his odd behavior. The brunette was still trying to figure out how to hold a tea cup the way he could and not drop it when it was nearing empty.

She had broken four of his cups.

And now, Hange was being yelled at to get her plants out of his room.

"But Levi!" She hollered back. "You're room gets more sun than mine! And the living room only gets the sun in the late afternoon!"

He marched from his bedroom, clad in pajama pants and a white tee shirt that hugged his shoulders. "I don't give a fuck. I don't want any dirt and shit in my room."

"Nice pajamas," she snickered.

Levi took a long breath, "Just get them out. I feel like shit and I've got a stressful day ahead. I don't want fucking plants making it worse."

Hange noted the darker lilac half moons beneath his eyes before jumping up from her spot in the kitchen. "On it!" She sang, not wanting to make his day any worse.

She'd argue with him about it later.

It was five in the morning anyway. That was no time to be fighting about plants. Hange looked in the mirror by the door one last time before slipping on her shoes. She worked today and was trying to look a little bit less of a slob than usual.

"Do you need a ride?" Levi asked, suddenly by her side.

Hange eyed his pajamas, "I can take the bus. Thanks though."

He nodded, running his fingers through his raven locks. She watched the small action, flashbacks of him doing this many times going through her head suddenly. The way he was in those scenes. . . They matched her dreams.

He was wearing a military uniform with strange straps and belts, a cropped jacket over his strong shoulders.

"Hange, get some fucking sleep," he told her, as he did every night.

She groaned, "I slept three hours last night and I've got tons of notes to take tonight. I'm fine."

He slapped his hand on her wooden desk, the sound echoing off the stone walls of her lab. He was tired of her bullshit. At the last expedition, she had got snatched by a seven meter titan, something she would never let her herself do. She was always on her toes, ready for whatever came her way, despite being the reckless woman she was. Levi had almost hurt himself as well, nervous for the clearly distracted and sleep deprived Hange. "Three hours is not enough!"

"Like your one to argue with me about proper sleep!" She bit back, narrowing her hazel orbs to match his.

Levi rubbing vigorously at his eyes, trying not to scream at her. "If I go to bed too, will you sleep?"

Hange grinned, her whole demeanor take a whole hundred-eighty degrees turn. "You'll sleep?"

"Sure," he nodded. With those words, she jumped up, grabbed his hand and dragged him to her room. "What are you doing?" He asked her wearily as she threw her door open, curious but also very nervous as to why the woman brought him to her room.