Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

9. it doesn't count if it's for learning purposes

You roll your eyes. "No, but you'll happily ride a motorcycle around when that is arguably more dangerous."

"I never told you I ride."

"I can put two and two together. You said you had a motorcycle, and you have a leather jacket," you say. "Two and two. Four."

He frowns at you. "You're presumptuous."

"Am I?"

He doesn't reply. You beam, and he scowls. "Fuck off. You're annoying."

"I'm annoying? Says the one that won't even admit I'm right."

"I'll admit it when you are."

"Do you or do you not ride a motorcycle often enough to be good at it?"

"I don't ride it often."

"Are you good at it?"

He glares at you for a few moments, but you don't back down. Your smile widens, and eventually, Levi groans. "Fine. Let's go skating."

You laugh. "Your enthusiasm is underwhelming."

"If I die out there, you're getting nothing in my will," Levi threatens.

"Your mother loves me. She'll definitely give me something."

He rolls his eyes. Levi wanders over to the bed and sits himself down; the proximity makes you stiffen up. "She does, you know," he remarks, and when he sees the confused look on your face, he elaborates, "like you. She likes you. That's why she pulled me away at the gala- wanted to let me know that she appreciated me bringing you and that she adored you."

Your chest fills with warmth. There's something about his mother's approval that pushes all the right buttons. "All mothers love me," you say proudly. You pause for a minute, then add, "except my own."

Levi smirks. "She loves you," he says, and when you scrunch up your nose in disgust, he adds, "she just has a really shitty way of loving you."

"She loves the idea of me," you counter, pushing yourself out of bed and marching towards the dresser. "She likes the idea of having a 'perfect daughter', someone she can brag about for being so kind and smart and blah blah blah." You snatch your hairbrush from the top of the dresser and point it at Levi, who looks amused. "And her idea of success for her perfect daughter is marrying a rich man who can provide for her so she's always well taken care of."

His eyebrows rise. "You don't want that?"

"Of course I do," you say, which makes Levi smirk again, "but just because she wants that, I don't want it. I want a choice in the matter."

"Fair enough," he agrees. "And you chose engineering?"

"Okay, yeah, maybe not the best career choice for my mental health. But when I was touring campus with my parents and we walked by the engineering buildings, and I- well, I mentioned that maybe engineering would be cool, and my mother laughed and told me to be realistic."

Levi's eyes widen. "She said that?" he asks, and you sigh, pressing a hand to your forehead. "So you applied out of spite."

You pause, considering his conclusion. "Well, you're not wrong."

Levi exhales, but it almost sounds like it could be a chuckle. "You're insane."

You frown. "In a good way or bad way?"

His smirk softens. "Good way."

Your heart does something funny in your chest. "I try," you say, hoping your face isn't betraying how much you want to smile. "The insanity is hereditary."