Longing
[One-sided Lavi x Reader]
He was Bookman's apprentice, destined to become Bookman's successor. It was nearly impossible to want anything, let alone want someone.
Lavi didn't know how… or when exactly it happened. But one day, he wanted you. He wanted to hold you—he didn't want your friendly hugs. No, instead, he'd rather have your body intimately pressed up against his, your arms wound around his neck, and the legs that he just wanted to run his hands along wrapped tightly around his waist.
On missions when you would sleep on his lap (those were the hardest times for him, but thank God it was only you and him, right?) against his will, his hand would softly run along your cheeks, and the scars that those damned akuma left behind.
He thought that instead of ruining them, they enhanced your features.
He would lightly lift a piece of hair and twirl it around his gloved fingers, something he'd find himself doing a lot in the future. You found it cute, albeit a little annoying at times, but if only you knew...
As you laughed, it made his stomach churn. Listening to his jokes, you clutched your stomach and wiped your tears away. There really was no need, though... He'd gladly kiss them away for you... Although, that'd probably startle you and he wouldn't want that.
"Lavi..."
Oh, how he just wanted to devour those lips, nibble on the lips you always bit down on when you were thinking. When you called his name, it made him wonder how you would sound as his name poured down deliciously from them.
He... he wanted you, and God—if you only knew it.
He wanted to caress you, touch you in the places that he knew you'd whine and blush at... leading up to... other things.
But as he sat in the cafeteria, seeing you hand in hand with another Exorcist... he knew the admiration that appeared in your beautiful orbs was not for him, but for another man...
He was the successor of Bookman... he thought... He couldn't— wouldn't —have you anyway.
He couldn't— although he tried to —deny that he loved everything you did.
Every unfeminine snort you let out and every mistake you made...
He wanted you.
He yearned for you.
… But he couldn't have you.
And that was something he'd have to deal with, till the end of time... or however much time you all had left.