Author's Note:
This is my first Attack on Titan writing; I'm just now getting into the series and it's quickly becoming an obsession (particularly Levi). I'm hoping the fanfiction community for this series will serge quickly. It deserves it. Anyway, this was just a quick drabble to get me back into the writing mood. Thanks for reading it :)
The Undercut
~** A Levi and Petra Drabble **~
"No guard this time Petra," he ordered, sitting perfectly still in the chair.
The ginger haired girl behind him smirked and rolled her eyes simultaneously. Dipping the thin comb into a bowl of water, she gently brushed his hair. While she combed the back of his head he closed his eyes and listened to her hum an unfamiliar tune. For a single moment he concentrated on nothing but the comb grazing his scalp. He resisted the urge to shudder at the feeling and sigh at the comfort of her hums. But he didn't. Instead he simply wished he could freeze time.
"Levi?" her curious voice brought him out of his thoughts.
"Yes?"
She sat the comb next to the bowl and looked up to the moon above them. "Why do you always want no guard on the razor?"
He replied, "Why does it matter? You never listen to me anyway. Then it needs to be shaved again that much sooner. It's just a nuisance."
Petra audibly huffed and began to dig around in the black bag on the ground. Levi heard the click of the guard being placed on the razor and fought a curse threatening to spill from his lips. Why was he expecting it to be any different? Petra always used a guard when shaving his undercut despite his wishes. The act was the only way she rebelled against his commands.
The soft sound of the hair being filed off filled the night as the wind gently danced around them. Levi observed his comrades as Petra worked on trimming his hair. Although he couldn't hear the words they exchanged he read their faces. Happiness and companionship were the two things he noted. He watched with slight envy as Armin and Eren said goodnight to each other with smiles and a pat on the back. He wanted that kind of bond too. He just couldn't bear himself to allow it.
This would be the closest thing Levi could ever get to that feeling. He felt safe here. He felt comfortable here. Although he would never admit it, these monthly haircuts with Petra were something he was beginning to look forward to. It made him relax and feel like there was a little bit more to the world than war. However, he knew his mind was just creating this scenario as he would like to see it. He was merely imaging him and Petra could ever have anything comparable to happiness or companionship. He didn't have those things with anyone.
Once finishing the shave, he could hear Petra place the razor back into the bag. Silence returned to the two. Grabbing a small towel from the bag, she quietly dipped it into the bowl. While she wrung out the water from the cotton, Levi decided to ask a question of his own.
"Petra?"
"Hm?" she replied, lightly wiping the nape of his neck with the wet towel.
"Why do you always leave on the guard?"
Unbeknownst to him, Petra smiled and looked down at the top of his head. She waited a few seconds before she responded. "Because then it needs to be shaved again that much sooner."