Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

7. it doesn't count under mistletoe

"You have a high bar," you joke lightly, trying not to step on Levi's toes.

"The highest." He spins you; you grin to yourself as your dress blooms out. God, you love this dress so damn much. "Scale of one to ten," Levi asks you as he catches your waist again.

You remember what he's referring to- he'd asked you this before and told you when your nerves got you to a nine, to let him know. "Five right now," you tell him. "Was bordering on a nine at some points, but I'm doing okay now."

He frowns. "You should've told me."

"We managed. It's fine."

"'It's fine' meaning you've had some punch."

"Yep," you agree. "Enough alcohol in me to tolerate a little bit more now."

Levi rolls his eyes, and he slides his foot out of the way before you can step on him by accident. "Pretend I said something funny," he murmurs. "I can see Lovof watching."

You laugh. "Oh, please. We've discussed your sense of humor."

"Have we now."

"We have," you agree, smiling and keeping your eyes on Levi. But you laughed, like he asked, so he looks content. "It's definitely not one of your pros."

"You've literally told me I was funny."

"I'm pretty sure I said kind of."

"Liar."

"I'm not lying, I-"

Levi dips you and your teeth sink into the side of your cheek so that you don't curse or say anything stupid. He pulls you back up, and the fucker is smirking at you as the two of you fall back into step.

"God, I hate you," you mutter with a forced smile.

"Sure you do," Levi replies, spinning you again.

You dance like that for another five minutes or so, and by the time the song is done and there's some light applause, your feet are killing you. Levi pulls you away to some of the seats at the side of the room and you collapse into a chair, grateful to relieve your feet just for a bit.

Levi sits down next to you. "How much longer does this thing go for?" you murmur.

"Forever, but we can probably sneak away in an hour or so." He glances at you. "Want another drink?"

"That'd be great."

"I'll be right back."

Levi stands up and heads to the other side of the room where the buffet tables are. You sigh, forcing your shoulders to relax as you lean back into the chair, trying to avoid unintentionally making eye contact with anyone. God, you're exhausted, and your social battery is drained. You just really want to go to bed.

Someone collapses into the chair next to you with a groan and you nearly jump. It's the boy that was dancing with Levi's cousin- what's his name? You don't know. "All this dancing makes my feet hurt," he complains, and he looks to you. "Same with you?"

You nod. "Yeah."

"Dancing is not one of my strengths," he says, waving to someone further away. Levi's cousin- Mikasa. "Yo, Mikasa! When is this thing over?"

"Eren, don't complain," she scolds gently as she comes closer. She glances at you and you find yourself straightening up. "You were dancing with Levi."

She says it as a fact, not a question. You nod. "I'm his girlfriend."

She stares at you for another moment, then nods. "Hi."

"Hi," you echo awkwardly. 

Thankfully, you don't feel awkward for much longer at all; Levi returns with a glass for you. You take it from him with a grateful smile. "Mikasa," Levi greets, nodding to her. He glances at the other boy- Eren, did Mikasa say his name was?- who's currently fussing with the sleeves of his suit jacket, which looks much too large on him. "And this is?..."