Levi grabbed his iPhone out of his pocket, scrolling through his contacts, looking for someone he could possibly crash with until he could find a place of his own. Honestly, all he wanted to do was think about what happened between him and Petra, but he had no time for that. It was early evening and Levi needed to find a place before dark. Maybe Erwin would let him stay for a while? But him and Hanji had just had their first kid, and were probably pretty occupied. He decided he didn't want to bother them with his presence. Kenny was sure as hell out of the picture, and Farlan and Isabel were out of the country, touring Europe.
"Am I really that much of a loser?" Levi thought, trying to come up with names of more people he was close with, but his mind was a blank. He could always stay in a hotel, but funds were tight and he definitely couldn't afford to stay for more than a couple days. "Ugh," he growled in frustration, running a hand through his hair.
Mikasa squinted in the bright light of her bathroom, searching through the cabinet for some medication that would dull her raging migraine. Finally, she found a bottle of Tylenol and quickly uncapped it, pouring two pills out and downing them with a glass of water. She had read somewhere that taking medication like Tylenol for a hangover wasn't the best idea, but fuck it, her head hurt like crazy and she couldn't handle it anymore.
While she waited for her headache to soothe, she realized she had forgotten to check the mail. Yet again. Way to go, Mikasa. It's been forever since you've checked the mail, and you've probably missed plenty of bills. Oh joy. She groaned and grabbed the key to her P.O. box off the kitchen counter. At her apartment complex, they kept everyone's mailboxes in a separate building. Mikasa internally sighed at the idea of all the bills she'd have to catch up on as she walked out her front door, slamming into some idiot standing right outside.
"Ugh seriously? Now my headache's gonna get even worse." She looked up to see who the culprit was, or should I say perhaps, looked down. It was that short man named Levi who had tried to help her earlier. "Oh sorry," Mikasa apologized, "my fault. I didn't know it was you."
"It's alright," Levi passed her off begrudgingly. She noticed his mood had significantly changed from their first meeting. Mikes shuffled and shoved her hands in the back pockets of her jeans, considering they didn't have any in the front (like why? what's with that?).
"Is something wrong?" she asked, genuinely concerned. Normally, she wouldn't have cared, but she felt like she sort of owed it to him after his act of kindness earlier.
Levi hesitated, did he really want to go through the embarrassment of explaining what happened? Eh, might as well, it's not like he'll ever see this girl again after he moves out. "My girlfriend dumped me, and kicked me out too. Now I have nowhere to stay and I'm too broke to rent a hotel room." He shrugged in defeat.
"Oh man, I'm sorry. That's got to be really tough. Don't you have any family to stay with? Friends?"
"I wish," Levi replied, his cheeks heating up. Now he seemed like a complete loser.
"If you're desperate enough, you can always stay with me for a while? I mean if you're not a total psycho murderer and you help me a little with the monthly rent. It wouldn't be a lot. You can stay as long as it takes to get back on your feet." Mikasa had no idea why she was offering housing to this (almost) complete stranger. All she knew about this guy was his name. She didn't even know how old he was. But part of her felt like she owed it to him? He's probably going through hell, and it's not like she was just going to let him sleep on the street at night.
Levi faltered for a moment. Should he say yes? No? The most logical answer was no, of course. He had known this girl for what? An hour now? Saying yes would probably be the most stupid decision he would have ever made, and he couldn't believe it when he heard himself speak, "Okay." What was it that made him agree? Was it his fear of having to sleep on the sidewalk? That impatient look on her face while she was expecting an answer? Or, he hated admitting this, was it her good looks that made him slip? Levi suspected it was all of the above.
Mikasa was surprised he had taken her up on her offer. She expected him to say no, like a normal person. Maybe he was some psycho murderer. But there was no backing out now. "So uh, I've never really done this before but I guess we should start bringing in your boxes?" Mikasa gestured to the horde of boxes strewn about the hallway.
"Yeah," he agreed, breaking out of his trance. "Thank you so much for this, I honestly don't deserve it. But I swear I'll be the best guest ever," Levi promised, picking up a few of the boxes Mikasa had crushed in her drunken haze. She shrugged, picking up a few of the boxes herself.
"No problem, I could use some help around the place anyway." She gave him a small smile, and unlocked her door again, leading him inside. "Sorry ahead of time, it's a little messy."
"A little?" Levi thought, but made sure not to say. He glanced around the room as soon as he walked in, expecting a couple dirty dishes here and there. Oh no, what he saw was not a little messy. It was like a fucking pig pen. Clothes were thrown about all over the living room, a black bra hanging from a tall lamp in the corner. Dirty dishes adorned her kitchen counters and paperwork was scattered across tables. Levi was going to have a tough time staying here.
