Day One: Forget-Me-Nots
Prompt: Recognizing that in some universes they were meant to be...and in others they weren't.
I Know You
She looked into his grey eyes, affection evident in her stare. The longer she stared at them, the warmer his chest grew and he knew that he was smitten. Anytime he had any semblance of doubt that whether or not what they were doing was right, whether or not they were right, one look from her and those worries faded. Unknowingly, his arms held her tighter, more gently, and she reciprocated the touch.
"Corparal…" Mikasa sighed as his lips gently pressed delicate kisses from her neck to her cheek. They were soft and barely felt, but Mikasa relished in the feeling all the same.
"Mikasa, just call me Levi. At least when we're alone, y'know?" He muttered next to her lips before pecking them.
"Levi, you're being unexpectedly…gentle today," she said as he pulled back a little.
"What? Are you saying that I can't be gentle?" He accused without any actual accusation in his tone.
"Well, you are usually a bit more rough when we have any moment of intimacy. You're often very hasty as well." Mikasa pointed out and Levi hid his grin. "Right now, you're taking your time with it all.."
"Are you complaining, brat?"
"If you really thought of me as just a brat Levi, then we wouldn't be laying on your bed would we? I wouldn't be so close to you, now would I? Also…" His breath hitched when she kissed him slowly, but deeply, on the lips before pulling away, "…I wouldn't have done that, now would I?"
"You idiot, If I really thought of you like that, I wouldn't have liked it then either, now would I?" Levi murmured. "I still think that you're a brat, no matter how old you are."
"I'm an adult now. I'm not fifteen anymore."
"I've noticed," he noted, openly staring at her now matured physique.
She hit him (painfully) on the back of his head at that comment, though her eyes twinkled as she laughed. "Eyes up, soldier."
"I'm not a soldier anymore, and neither are you, Mikasa," he rebutted. She pressed her lips to his forehead quickly.
"I know." Pause. "I love you."
"I do too. Always."
Sometimes Levi wished that he and Mikasa met in another universe. In another universe where titans didn't exist, where everyday wasn't a fight for their lives, a universe where perhaps they could spend everyday relaxing in each others arms. However, he has the little prickle of fear that if he and Mikasa didn't face the shittiest of circumstances in this cruel, unforgiving world, then they would never have met. And it's that particular thought that urges him to rest his head onto Mikasa's chest, and somehow Mikasa understands because she starts to comfort him, soothingly whispering words of love and comfort, and ruffling strands of his hair.
And then his eyes open wide as he finds himself in a coffee shop. He looks around and wonders how long it's been since he fell asleep. His hands travel to his hair and subconsciously touch the strands the ghost of a hand has touched.
"What even was that dream?" Levi ponders while sitting up. Checking his watch, he says, "Oh shit! I'm going to be late...Damn, if I don't get there soon, Erwin'll never stop running his mouth." He hastily stands, though thats all he tries to speed up. Quite frankly, it doesn't matter if Erwin will be mad, for Levi is his best and most efficient and skilled worker. He'll never lose his job.
However, he doesn't realize that a boy and girl are walking right behind him, and when he turns around and bumps into the girl, causing her to stumble a bit.
"Oh, uh, sorry, Mi-" and he stops himself. His eyes are wide as he stares at the girl in front of him, a huge sense of familiarity yet an even larger sense of unfamiliarity. Was I about to say Mikasa? Who the hell is Mikasa? Levi tries to wrack his brain for an answers, but all that comes up is blank. He looks into her dark, inky eyes, at her silky hair, and at the smile on her face that makes him think so she actually knows how to smile, huh? Except Levi has never met her before, so he hasn't a clue to what he is thinking.
"Hey man, watch where you're going," the boy next to her growls, and Levi looks down at their intertwined hands. He can't help but scowl at the sight of their hands, something telling him to pull them apart because that boy doesn't deserve her. He shakes the thoughts away fervently. The girl who he nearly called Mikasa calms the boy, presumably her boyfriend (ugh) before turning to Levi.
"Eren, calm down. Seriously, it's okay, Levi." And then confusion. Her brows furrow slightly, and Eren and Levi stare at her in confusion. "Uhm, sorry, is that even your name?"
Levi decides to lie, "No."
"Oh."
"Let's get on line. Eren, I really want that new iced coffee thing that they have here," Mikasa says hurriedly to her boyfriend (presumably), squeezing his hand visibily tighter. They walk off, leaving Levi standing there.
"What, you know that guy, Mikasa?" Eren mutters to her.
"No, I've never seen that shorty before in my life…I just said his name in random, I guess."
"Weird."
Levi thinks it's weird, too. He finds it weird that he has the urge to run his fingers through her pretty, straight black hair. That even though to any other person her eyes would look like a plain black, he thought that they were the most beautiful color. How her hands just looked so wrong in that boys, and weirdly enough, he felt would look better wrapped in his. He doesn't know her, but at the same time, he does. Still, he walks out the cafe, knowledge of his tardiness to his job overtaking the familiarity of the girl.
Little did he know, Mikasa had very similar thoughts.
