Petra was looking through the window on her train back home. It was already after midnight. She was tired after a day of hard work, but she preferred to come right back and sleep in her own bed rather than in a hotel room.

She took out her phone to text Levi.

"Hi! I'm coming back rn, I forgot something from the studio, is it ok if I come by on my way home? (´ ∀ ` *) "

She barely had a chance to put the phone down when the screen lit up again.

"sure."

She smiled to herself and leaned against her seat. She wasn't surprised that he was up. Maybe a bit concerned about his well-known sleeping problems. Nevertheless, it was nice to get the reply right away. Little things like that were more important to her than just words.


Approximately 2 hours later she found herself at the entrance of the studio. It was quite cold, which helped her stay conscious. It took her a while to find the keys. She sneaked right in to shield herself from the wind.

It was dark, but the streetlights were enough for her to move around in a place she was very familiar with by now. She went to the break room and switched the light on. It took her just a moment to find the folder with documents that she left there.

When she turned around she squealed, spooked by the dark figure in the doorway.

Levi raised an eyebrow as he heard her loud reaction.

"Is it so unexpected to see me in my own house?"

Petra held on the nearest chair and let out a tired sigh.

"I expected you'd be upstairs." she explained.

"I had to check if it's not a burglar, you know?"

His tone was casual but when she looked up at him, she felt worried. He looked exhausted. For a moment they were just looking at each other.

"Are you ok?" she asked quietly and took a step in his direction.

There was a glimpse of confusion on his face before he rubbed his eyes with one hand and sighed.

"I'm fine."

"Well, you do not look like you're ok."

"Do I ever?" he answered with a clear hint of irritation in his voice.

At that moment she was done. Her own lack of sleep was cutting short her patience.

"Honestly, Levi, you're such a baby, why can't you just take care of yourself? Just a little?" she responded with the same tone he just used on her. He definitely was not expecting that.

"I know what I'm doing." he responded in a lower voice.

"You look dead, you should sleep."

"I can't."

She was looking at him helplessly for a long moment and then averted her eyes to the side.

"Ok." she said after the pause and put down the folder from her hands back on the table. "Sit." she said only and met his questioning look.

"Sit, I will make you some tea." she announced and took off her coat on her way to the hanger.

He didn't move, he was watching her as she was taking the cups for them, trying to understand why she was doing that. Was he really in such a bad state that she thought he had to be babied? That was just ridiculous. However, she did make the best tea, so he couldn't really complain. He made his way onto her and stopped just behind her while propping himself on the counter at her sides.

"You should go home." he said, and she shuddered at the sound of his voice right next to her ear.

"It's fine, I don't work tomorrow. But you do." she pointed and stopped her hand mid-air to change the direction and grabbed a container with lemon balm tea instead of his usual black tea. They had quite a collection in there.

His head felt heavy so he let his forehead lean against her shoulder. She smelled so nice he didn't really want to move away.

She froze for a second but then continued to prepare their drinks. They spent some time in silence, both too tired to think about the topic to talk about. It looked like he gave up on sending her home. Not like he really tried.

He raised his head when he felt her movement. She gave him the mug avoiding his gaze, so he straightened himself and took it.

"Will you sit now?" she asked quietly and sent him a smile.

"Yeah." he agreed, enjoying his view before moving back to the table.


"Petra." he said and delicately shook her shoulder with a slight frown on his face.

They were sitting there, sipping their tea while she was telling him about the convention. He could swear that he got distracted by the sunset visible from the window just for a moment and when he looked back, she was lying on the table, asleep with her face buried in her crossed arms.

"Hey." he tried a bit louder but all he got from her was a grunt as she moved her head away from him.

He took away his hand and squinted his eyes. After a short sigh Levi stood up and carefully picked her up from the chair. It was surprising to him how light she was. But she was indeed very small, so that made sense.

She didn't wake up, but her head slowly fell on his shoulder. He carried her upstairs, trying to ignore the heat of slow breaths he felt on his neck.

After a moment of hesitation, he decided to put her down on his own bed. Normally, he wouldn't care, but somehow he didn't want her to sleep on the couch and wake up with a back pain. It would not be a good way to remember his place. He didn't forget to take off her shoes beforehand and then covered her with a blanket. Crouching beside the bed, he reached out to brush her peachy blonde hair back, uncovering her face. She made a pretty picture to gaze upon.

He stood up wondering if he was being creepy. It was rare for him to be interested in someone this way. But it didn't really matter, she was asleep, and he wouldn't want to burden her with himself. Himself and with all the bullshit he had to deal with when his past haunted him.


Petra woke up, blinded by the sun. She rolled to the other side and grunted softly feeling hot, too hot. She uncovered herself and stretched slowly before opening her eyes.

It took her a moment to notice she was not in her room. Her eyes went wide, as she sat up looking around.

She quickly realized she was still in her clothes from yesterday. No wonder she felt so hot when she slept in a sweater.

Memories of the night came back to her, and she calmed down. She had never been in his room, but it was easy to figure out this is where she was, by the familiar sight from the window. Just when she felt better - a realization at how embarrassing it was fell on her.

She got out of the bed suddenly aware of how everything smelled just like him. If she has ever considered she would end up here… it would be in different circumstances.

Just as she exited the room she saw Levi coming up from the stairs. They looked at each other at the same moment. Petra realized that his weird stare had something to do something with her bed hair, and she tried to fix it. She smiled blushing heavily.

"Um, hi." she broke the silence, and he finally left the entrance to the room to casually make his way into the kitchenette.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah." she answered and moved in his direction. "Sorry for the trouble, I don't know how this happened. It would be fine to just wake me up and put in the taxi or something…"

"Don't worry about it." He cut short her apologies. "Your stuff is downstairs, if that's what you're looking for."

"Oh, that's…" she stopped and nibbled at her lip. He averted his eyes from her. "I don't think I can just... Did you tell them I'm here?"

His brows furrowed and then he looked at her.

"I don't think so, I was already busy when they came. Why?"

Petra raised her hand to awkwardly scratch her nape.

"I mean...they might get the wrong idea."

"Would that be so bad?" he just asked, clearly not bothered, and handed her a plate with a sandwich on it. She didn't pay attention to what he was doing, so it was a surprise.

"Thanks." she said taking it. She didn't know how to respond. "Would it be okay if I just stay here until they go home?" she asked quickly trying to hide her embarrassment.

"Sure. Make yourself at home."

He left her there and then came back with a clean towel and some clothes.

"Just take care of yourself." he said, leaving them on the couch for her.

She smiled widely, amused but thankful. "I will, thank you."


Levi came back downstairs feeling more awake than during the whole day. Petra was making him feel way too many things at once.

Aside from how unbelievably fucking attractive she looked just after she just woke up, it got him thinking why she was so bothered by the idea of their coworkers seeing her leave his apartment. It's not like they would shame her, and she could always just tell them the truth.

He didn't think of it before, but now the idea that maybe she just didn't want them to even consider the possibility of them together crossed his mind.

It was a bitter thought.

He had to admit that he didn't consider how she could feel about him. As far as he was aware, she was treating him in the same sweet manner as everyone else. She was just like that, sunny, adorable and caring. And he was definitely the worst at showing her how much he appreciated that.

He would probably have to make a real effort to be even considered as a good match for her.

He stopped in his tracks, irritated by his thoughts. Why did he even think about that?


"Is Petra single?"

"How would I know?" Eld responded looking down at his boss.

They went for a smoke behind the studio. It was a nice, sunny day.

"Why do you ask?" the blonde continued with a smirk on his face.

Levi gave him a cold look.

"I need a plus one for your goddamn wedding, unless you want me to just sit there and scare your guests away."

Eld laughed and looked back at the clear sky. "Yeah, I can imagine. Anyway, even if she had someone, I'm sure she'd go with you either way. You know how she is."

The idea of that made him feel annoyed.


Petra watched through the window as the last of her coworkers left the studio.

She had to say she got pretty bored from waiting. She spent most of her time scrolling the internet on her phone or looking around, but she didn't dare touch anything or look through his stuff.

As expected, everything was clean, she didn't know how he did that, but there wasn't even a bit of dust on the shelves. How much of his free time this man did spend cleaning his house?

Finally, she took her stuff and went downstairs. She found Levi in his office. He was the only one with the privilege to work behind closed doors.

Their eyes met and she sent him a smile.

"I need to get something from the store across the street. If you'll wait, I can ride you home." he announced.
She raised her eyebrows surprised. That was pretty unexpected from him.

"Sure!" she said and moved aside as he passed her with the wallet in his hand.

Petra went to the break room to pack her clothes from yesterday to her bag, and took care of unpacking her equipment that she had to take to the convention.

She heard the ring of the opening door, so she stood up and went back to let him know she was ready to go.

To her surprise, Levi wasn't the one standing at the entrance.

It was a duo of punks, with a very intimidating vibe to them. She noticed two motorcycles parked in front of the parlor. Petra was used to dealing with people like that, she made her way behind the counter, so she could see them better.

"Yo!" said the girl already approaching her. Her two short ponytails were dyed dark pink. She was Petra's height, leather jacked on her arms. "Is Levi there?''

"He will be in a moment...but we're already closed for today. Did you want to make an appointment?"

"No, I just want to talk to him" she said, firmly. Petra was taken aback by her behavior.

The other stranger, a tall handsome blonde dressed in black got out of the studio and looked around. He didn't seem to be in a good mood.

"Well... I guess you can wait here if you want."

Her gaze went back to the blonde standing behind the big windows of their studio. When she looked at the pink haired girl again, she met her judgmental stare. She just then remembered that she was wearing Levi's clothes. Was it possible that the girl recognized them?

"I'll…bring you two some tea." she decided, confused, and went back to the back room. She was wondering if she should be worried. Not that the usual clients were all smiley and bubbly, but they definitely didn't come here with such an attitude. The place was too luxurious for that.

It took her some time, but when she brought the tea, the girl took it gladly. She somehow seemed to be in a better mood.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the movement of the doors, as Levi stormed into the room, a tense look on his face.

"Petra, let's go." he said in a flat tone, catching her out of guard.

"I'll just grab my things." she glanced quickly at the girl beside her and left them.

'So you have nothing to say?!' she heard the girl's voice. Silence was her answer. Petra didn't know if she should apologize to them for his behavior or not. It felt strange, like she shouldn't be there. She headed right to the exit.

"It's closed, get out." Levi responded, grabbing the door that Petra just opened. He was avoiding looking at any of them.

"You know what, you're a real shithead!" the girl screamed and got out of the building angrily. Petra noticed a glimmer of tears in her eyes as she passed her, going straight to her bike. The other man was not as emotional. He only stared at her boss with a cold look on his face, as he was closing the parlor.

Without saying another word, Levi grabbed Petra by her wrist and pulled her towards the car.


The drive to her house was spent mostly in silence. She gave him her address, and he apologized for pulling her like that when he noticed she was massaging her wrist.

She considered asking him what was that whole situation about, but knowing him, he would probably not tell her anyway. Changing the subject was also weird, because the atmosphere was so heavy.

"Thanks for the ride." she said as she opened the passenger door. A small smile lightened her face. "See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah." he responded in his usual grumpy tone, not looking at her.

She got out, took her bags and headed to the building.

"Oi." she heard and turned her head to see that he lowered the window at his side.

"Do you want to go to Eld's wedding with me?"

She stood there, stunned, looking at him. The way he said it was so casual, she could hardly process it.

"Hell yeah!" she responded quickly, her trademark smile back on her face.

"Good, I will text you the details." he only said and drove away.


Ayee! Thank you for reading another chapter!
It took me some time but now, more or less, I know when I'm going with this.
There might be some brutal scenes in the future, but I think AOT fans are pretty immune to that, oof.

I don't have any fun tips for you this time...
Maybe don't go to your sexy boss in the middle of the night.
He might forget about respecting your personal space.

God, that sounds awful lmao.

Please share your thoughts in the comments, it really brightens my day and motivates me to write more!