This was a request from one of my friends who wanted some cute and fluffy LaviLena.
Lenalee sits with him, sometimes, whenever he manages to escape from Bookman's seemingly ever-present gaze by hiding in the back of the Black Order's library.
Occasionally he'll read aloud to her until she falls asleep with her forehead resting against his shoulder, and other times he doesn't bother reading at all. He just watches her out of the corner of his eye as she mindlessly babbles on and on about her day.
Today, apparently, is one of Lenalee's talking days.
She's been going on about her most recent mission for about fifteen minutes now, and by this point Lavi's not really paying much attention to what she's actually saying anymore. He's just letting her words wash over him, taking in the sweet sound of her voice and savoring it, watching her lips move and wondering what they taste like—
Lenalee, thankfully, puts an end to that particular train of thought when she looks up at him with narrowed eyes and asks, "Are you even listening to me?"
"Of course I am!" Lavi replies, and it's not a lie, not really. He was listening, just not understanding.
Not looking very convinced by his answer, Lenalee lets out an irritated huff before continuing on with her story, and Lavi takes extra care in giving her his full attention this time.
"So anyway, when I was fighting the akuma, I screwed up on one of my landings and… and I ended up ripping my shorts."
Her cheeks are burning just about as red as the couch they're sitting on, but it's the devastated tone in which Lenalee had spoken that tips him over the edge, sending him spiraling down into a fit of hysterical laughter. By the time Lavi sobers up, the other exorcist is glaring at him again, and he has to bite his lip to keep himself from letting loose anymore chuckles.
"I'm sorry," he manages to wheeze out after taking a few deep, calming breaths.
Lenalee says nothing in reply, just sinks down further into the couch and lightly punches his shoulder. They sit in silence for what feels like hours, although it's really not much longer than even a few minutes, until Lenalee's expression softens and she shifts closer into Lavi's side with a tired sigh. She scooches up until her forehead is pressed against his shoulder, and when one of Lenalee's small hands reaches out to grip his own and she tangles their fingers together, Lavi feels himself fall even more for her.