"Get those papers to me by noon, Heichou," Erwin grumbled, his eyebrows the only thing that Levi could actually focus on, as always. Where the hell did they even come from, how did they happen, what keeps them there? Smiling and nodding, Levi continued to type, stopping every so often to sip from his flask and pick up notes from the ridiculously sized notepad beside him.
Diligent was one word, focused was another; but if you asked the dark haired man, he would honestly tell you he only worked so hard because it made the time pass quicker. And the sooner he got out of that bleak, grey walled, stuffy office, the better. His fingers flew over the keyboard, and it was close to noon when he hit "send" for the last time on his emails. Everything was written, checked, checked again, edited and in a word: perfect. It wouldn't be his work if it wasn't painstakingly made wonderful.
Pondering the next article alongside some tedious paperwork, Levi's eyes were covered by a thick knit fabric; and the faint scent of lavender and peppermint invaded his nostrils. The smell of comfort and home instantly relaxed him, as the stage whisper of "Guess who?" made all other sounds seem obsolete. Hanji. His one colourful, idiotic, clumsy whirlwind in a world of stacked papers and rigid timetables.
"Hmmmn, Mikasa?" Levi grinned, pulling the hands from his face; to be greeted by the most glorious brown eyes he had ever seen. Sparks of green danced through them, and he thought, This is the closest to sin and saint I will ever get. Of course, the illusion and peace was ruined immediately when Hanji bumped herself on the desk's edge; spilling the now-cold beverage all over the notes that Levi had been making for the past week. Luckily, he was prepared, and the notes were all typed up on his computer; safe, where Hanji couldn't spill something on them, or god forbid set them on fire.
Apologising over and over, the brunette dashed about with paper towels, trying to help her love fix the mess yet somehow managing to do nothing but spread it. Sighing heavily, Levi mopped up the disaster, and finally turned to the bespectacled woman with a grin.
"You sure know how to make an entrance, Hanji," he chuckled, "I only wish I had more coffee."
"Oh! I know! I bought you this! I thought you might need a pick me up!" Hanji's voice boomed over his desk, easily hitting the wall across the room. But everyone was now used to her popping in to the department, despite her own faction being three floors up. Or down. Wherever it was they moved her to when she last managed to break something. The smell crept through the room before she'd even pulled out the bag. A pumpkin spice latte, in a one of a kind, brand new flask that Levi had never seen before (a deep green, he noted, smiling, the same green in Hanji's eyes. Behind those shitty glasses, anyway); ham and pickle sandwiches; and a gorgeous looking, generous slice of red velvet cake.
Fattening up for winter was Hanji's latest idea, so everything she gave to her love recently was carb heavy and destined to make him stay seated for at least an hour. He loved it, couldn't find a better reason to eat so much. And everything she bought was so good, so rich.
"Home made cake," Hanji beamed, her smile faltering when she caught Levi's look, "O-Oh, not by me! Christa made it! You know, the little blonde girl? Answers the phones? She bought it in for us all; but I saved you my slice."
Laughing easily, Levi pulled Hanji on to his lap, "Well, how about we share it?"