Hange runs experiments on me at least four times a day. She doesn't care if she's interrupting training and getting my ass in trouble with Levi.
She interrogates me about my childhood and farther for the first twenty minutes. After the questions she then examines my body inch by inch. It makes me uncomfortable since no one has ever been interested in my (s/c) self.
"Yes, yes, very nice. Only the best for Captain Levi," the psychopath whispers.
"Why am I getting the strange feeling that I'm being sold to the bastard?"
"Well it's clearly obvious Shorty has a thing for you." She wiggles her eyebrows.
"Shut up," I nudge her away slightly so I have enough room to get off the table.
"Believe it or not the captain is from the Underground himself. Him and two of his friends came into the Scout Regiment after Erwin caught them."
No way.
"But you're right. We should stop the tests for today. It's almost dawn and you still haven't had anything to eat yet."
"I'll take over, four eyes," Levi says from the doorway, a loaf of bread in one hand and a cup in the other.
Hange leaves the room, taking a small glimpse at Levi's short self. He comes over and shoves the small dinner at me. Our hands brush for a split second.
"Tch. You're filthy," he says.
"I took two showers today in between Hange's experiments," I remark, biting a chunk out of the bread.
"Then you need to do a better job with washing yourself. You look like you were risen from the dirt itself."
I push him slightly, anger bubbling within me. "Why didn't you tell me you were from the Underground?!"
"Huh?" Levi looks at me with his heartless eyes drilling into my soul.
Ba-dum...
Ba-dum...
BA-DUM...
What is happening?
His eyes have a different look to them this time. A...softness? Care?
His body moves closer to mine, and I can feel his hot breath against my cheeks. Immediately the pulse in my neck quickens. Levi's hand rises to touch my face. His thumb caresses my left cheek, rubbing it with somewhat of a roughness to it.
"You have blood on your cheek, probably from one of Hange's experiments."
Then he pauses and puts space between us again, leaving me alone with only his fading presence. After the door shuts, my knees wobble on their own. I think back to what just happened, and curse myself for letting Levi touch me, let alone get as close as he did.
I put a hand on my now cold cheek.
I need to focus on finding my father before the Scouts do. He's the only family I have left and I cannot lose him. I can't lose sight of my new mission to a five-foot-two undercut bastard with gentle hands.
But, then again...
I wouldn't mind being touched by them again.
YOU ARE READING
Humanities Outcast (Levi x Female Reader)
Romance(Y/n) comes from a generation of criminals. She doesn't need someone to pick her up when she falls. Or so she used to think before she met Captain Levi Ackerman.
