The tea Levi made you had gone cold by the time you belatedly arrived at his doorstep.

“You’re late, brat.” By the furrow on his brow, it was easy to tell Levi did not appreciate your tardiness. “I thought I was very clear about the time. I told you to be here at 9PM sharp. What if someone saw you? Or worse, asked where you were going? I chose that specific time for a reason,” Levi grumbled. “Unless you were taking a shit, I don’t want to hear any excuses. Next time you’re late, I’m not letting you in. Am I understood?” he threatened sharply.

“Also, shoes off. Leave them by the door,” Levi said as he turned around. It was no secret that Captain Levi was a clean freak, and he would let someone dirty his spotless room with their muddy soles over his dead body. He made himself comfortable on the single bed in the corner of the room, grabbing his own cup of tea by the rim, and he watched as you obeyed his order. Then Levi glanced at the now-cold tea he had made for you, and he softly sighed. What a waste of tea! It was quite expensive these days too.

Levi shook off his disappointment, unable to stay mad at you for too long, looked up, and patted the space beside him in invitation for you to sit. “So,” he said, taking a sip. “How was training today? I hope you’re not slacking off. I caught Connie and Sasha in the kitchen today, stealing some meat instead of attending a drill. Tch. Can you believe these idiots?” The captain tsked derisively.

After setting the cup down on the nightstand, Levi placed a hand on your thigh. “Anyway, enough about my horrible day. Tell me about yours.”