Title: Alphabet Walk
Summary: 25 times he stands up, 26 times he falls.
Word count: 643
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"I said I'm up already!" a muffled voice answered behind the door right in front of him, "Geez!" exasperated, "What do you want this early in the morning, Mob-oh, Levi." He felt his eye twitch at the sight of her room-or so she calls. Hurriedly, she closed the door behind her as he clicked his tongue, disgusted at the sight of her private quarters and turned to the owner of the said space to lash out at her about what he just saw until something else caught his attention,
"What the hell is going on with you, Hanji?"
Hanji Zoe, with tousled locks and droopy eyes turned startled at the animosity directed at her, "What the hell is going on? Shouldn't I be asking you that? Knocking on my door like it's the end of the world or the headquarters is going to fall apart."
Ignoring her, he continued his tirade. "Don't you have a modicum of decency in your body, you ignoramus? Answering your door half-naked?"
Not missing a beat she replied, "Well, I thought you were Moblit."
"And that's supposed to make things lighter?"
Hanji frowned at him and threw her hands up, "You've seen me in far worse conditions, Levi. I hardly think you seeing me in this," gesturing at the oversized shirt covering her body to her mid-thigh, "is something you shouldn't be bothered about."
"Who's shirt is that anyways?"
"Definitely not yours because wearing one of yours would be hanging right above my na-"
Levi grabbed her shoulders, shocking the woman, and shoved her against the door with such force that she gasped and wildly stared at him. He was a foot smaller, that he knows, but then he learned a lot from the underground. There are a lot of ways to intimidate your prey and one thing he learned is to invade his personal space. Too close. Too close to see her pupils dilate, too close to see his reflection in her eyes, and too close to feel her breath fan across his lips.
"Don't," he hissed, "mess with me, Hanji. Not now, not later, not today. I've a bad morning just like the squad leaders and the Garrison downstairs waiting for you. Now, either take a bath or put some pants on and move your ass. You've a lot to do."
He watched her stare at him the way she does when she observes her pets: piqued, mesmerized and subdued. He squeezed her shoulders and she jolted. "Geez," she grumbled, pushing him away. "remind me never to joke about our height differences the next time we talk. And I don't get the big idea anyways. You've seen Titans and they're practically naked."
He rolled his eyes, "They're different, are you telling me that you're comparing yourself to those monstrosities?"
"Yes, because we have the same exterior. So you should be immune to nakedness now."
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I have no time for your nonsense this early, Hanji. Now, either strip and take a bath or put some pants on, how many times-"
"You know, for a second I thought you were going to kiss me. But then," she sighed, "knowing your neatfreak nature, to kiss someone who hasn't touched a toothbrush in days I dismissed the idea, actually thinking that you might bash my head against the door rather than kiss me."
He watched her act bashful and felt a flush across his cheeks, "Damn right you are. Take a shower and brush your teeth, and I'll think about it."
She looked at him with wide eyes, "Think about what?"
He turned the knob and cocked his head to look at her, "Bash that head of yours against the door, what else?"
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Author's note: For me Hanji is the type that would say to Levi, "Oh, I'm not clothed. Deal with it." While Levi, a complete opposite of her, of course, would react in subtle ways about this habit of hers. Thank you for reading!