Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

7. it doesn't count under mistletoe

Of course he's sweet, he has to be- he's your fake boyfriend. "It's okay," you whisper, bringing your hand up to cover one of his. "I'm- I'm sorry. I can handle it."

"Don't apologize." His thumb streaks across your cheek. "Cons of dating Levi Ackerman, I put you in situations like this," he murmurs.

Your lips twitch. "Pros, his uncle has a personality," you joke weakly.

The corner of Levi's mouth quirks upward. He leans in, and before you can fully comprehend it, he's kissing you. As usual, it's light and fast, but for some stupid reason, you feel dizzy. "Ready to socialize?" he asks.

"Of course not," you say with a small smile. Levi extends his arm and you hook yours through, and then the two of you are off.

From there on out, it's a blur of people. Names go in one ear and out one ear as you and Levi are pushed through a throng of people, swapping introductions. There are some nice people, some lovely ladies that compliment your dress and your hair and some nicer gentlemen that look genuinely pleased to meet you. But for the most part, god, they're assholes.

So many of them are just so damn pretentious. Guess what expensive thing I bought this week, guess what expensive and prestigious school my child is going to. Everyone's just bragging, trying to seem better than... than who, exactly?

Honestly, Lovof is doing the same thing. Hosting this gala in his fancy home, and this is a yearly thing? It's definitely a brag. And then all his rich politician friends need to boast in their own ways, since they don't have a pretty mansion to do it for them.

Levi sticks to his word and scarcely leaves you alone. People ask you simple questions- what do you do, how did you meet- and you're fine with answering those, but the second someone bombards you with something you don't know how to answer, you squeeze Levi's arm and he takes over. Sometimes, he's pulled away to meet someone else by his stepfather, leaving you to fend for yourself, but you're never alone for more than a minute before Levi's back to collect you.

In one such case, Levi's been dragged away to meet the newest mayor, and you're trying to keep a smile on your face as three cousins talk about how business is the only successful major to take nowadays, when there's a swell of music. Levi's by your side in a heartbeat, murmuring, "sorry, I'm going to steal her for a moment," and then taking your arm and whisking you away.

"Dance time?" you ask as you notice a large area in the center of the ballroom being cleared.

"Probably. You're okay?"

"I just had one of your cousins tell me how unsuccessful I'm going to be in life," you say. "How's your night going?"

"Been thoroughly interrogated multiple times," Levi says dryly. "The mayor can't wait to see where I go in life."

Your lips twitch. "Exciting."

People are starting to gather to waltz. Levi leads you towards the dance floor and sets up, one hand on your waist and the other in yours. His eyes land on someone behind you and he murmurs, "there's my cousin. Mikasa. She's the one dancing with that brown-haired idiot."

You look over your shoulder. You don't see the girl at first, but instead you see the aforementioned 'brown-haired idiot' who's trying to drink a glass of punch and dance at the same time. When you see the girl- Mikasa- you can see the resemblance: black hair, sharp features, narrowed eyes. She's trying to keep her dance partner from spilling his drink on the nearest couple.

You turn back to Levi. "Do we like her?"

"Yeah," he agrees, and he steps toward you to start your dance. You follow suit. "She's not a pretentious asshole, so."