One-shots & Short Stories [Levi | Reader]

Hate [Levi | Reader | Drabble]

She hates him.

His smile.
She hates how he never shows it. She hates how he wouldn't even look like he is happy once in a while. You can't be always grumpy, right? It's basically impossible. But he still is.

(She hates how real it can be, how beautiful. She hates how it's a rarity.)

His body.
She hates how attractive he is, yet stained all over by past experiences in battle. She hates every scar along the length of his skin, covered or not, because they all contain a little memory of terror that is sure to torture him during the night. She hates it when he doesn't feel calm.

(She hates how that body, pressed to hers, makes her feel nice, safe, protected. She hates how she enjoys the contact of that scarred body.)

His voice.
She hates the way it's always either monotone or angry. She hates how she's never had the chance to listen to his laugh or chuckle, she hates how she's never heard his voice crack or tremble or have a light undertone, or a happy one for that matter. She hates his voice never states aloud his thoughts. She hates his voice for never saying things different than the trivial phrases everyone's already used to.

(She hates how gentle it can be, she hates how nice it can sound when he wants for it to be. She hates the fact she doesn't dislike it. She hates the fact it can calm her down.)

His face.
She hates how it's always frowning. She hates the way his otherwise handsome features form a scow so scary. She hates the lilac crescents under his narrow eyes - a result of little to no sleep at all, she hates his paleness - caused by being indoors most of the time, she hates the tired look in his eyes even as sharp as they are kept, she hates the line between his brows caused by too much frowning. She hates he's never gifted her a different expression than what he's shown to everybody else.

(She hates the way his expression softens when they're alone, she hates she doesn't see it every day. She hates the way it's so handsome that it mesmerizes her to a point she can no longer tell what she's thinking.)

His character.
She hates how he's always so bossy, so serious, so cold. She hates how he never reveals anything about himself. She hates the way he thinks he can tell her and everybody else what to do just because of his authority. She hates how he thinks it's justified. She hates the way his character is a thing possessing so many layers it's impossible to get to the core within a single lifetime. She hates how he's locked it away that far.

(She hates how he lets her see it. The vulnerable, gentle, caring side of him. She hates how he hugs her, talks to her about his past, fears, stupid thoughts or dreams. She hates how she likes that side of him - the one that's not afraid to talk about itself.)

Him.
She hates him - everything he is, from the way he looks to how he walks, talks and even eats. She hates his habits, his little imperfections, his cleanliness, his frown, his manner of speech, his furrowed eyebrows, his slender hands, his baritone voice, his handwriting, his thin lips, his bossiness, his reliable persona, his strenght, his filthy mouth and his high alcohol tolerance. Every single little thing about him - she hates it.

(She hates how she loves him.)

And most of all she hates how he left her before she had the chance to love him.