Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

11. it doesn't count if you're hypothermic

And then came you. That's not fair.

Regardless, Levi finds himself thinking of you when you leave, and thinking of you more when he realizes you've been gone for fifteen minutes. He debates shooting you a text- is that too clingy? He has no idea how to act. 

"I hate you," Levi mutters at his phone, glaring at your contact. How dare you do this to him.

He types something out- are you okay?- pauses, then deletes it. He types something out again- still alive?- stares at it for a bit longer, then deletes it again. Finally, he types something else- need rescue?- and before he can overthink it, he sends the text and throws his phone to the base of the bed, out of reach.

Twenty seconds is all he holds out for before he goes back to his phone. You haven't seen the text. Hm.

Should he go out? Maybe he should.

"Fine," Levi grumbles to himself. "Fine."

It takes him a minute or so to get ready. Levi heads out, phone tucked into his pocket, and he wanders down the hallway towards the chatter. The first group of people he finds is all of your younger cousins, whose names he hasn't bothered to remember, with a few of your older cousins- Ymir and Hitch. Ymir's girlfriend is there too, drawing on some paper with one of the younger ones.

He's content to skip right by them, but Ymir calls him out. "Looking for your girlfriend?" she calls.

His stomach flips. "That obvious?" Levi replies dryly.

"You look a bit lost," Hitch admits with a grin.

"She went to the kitchen," Historia supplies. 

"Still with her mother?"

"Probably."

Levi nods in thanks and continues through the house. The cottage isn't small by any means, but with the amount of people staying here, it feels packed; every room he enters has new people in it that he'd much rather avoid. He gets why you, an introvert, would hate it, before even coming to the issue of your mother.

When he gets to the kitchen, you're not there, but your mother is. "Levi!" she chirps when she sees him. 

She's about to say something else, but Levi cuts her off. "Have you seen-"

"I wish you had been here earlier," she interrupts, getting her point across anyway. "Maybe you could've helped me figure out why Angel was so bothered when I asked her about your family."

For fuck's sake. "Where is she?"

"Oh, who knows. One of her temper tantrums," your mother sighs, and Levi knows that means you're pissed off. "She went for a walk. I give her about five minutes before she comes skulking back in."

You went for a walk? "She went outside?" Levi asks, eyebrows rising. "In this weather?"

She sighs. "Ridiculous, right? She'll get over it and be in soon enough."

He stares for a moment. She can't be serious, can she?

But as she continues what she's doing in the kitchen, Levi realizes that your mother is dead serious. She'd rather be right than care about you and your wellbeing- you're outside, for Christ's sake, in a snowstorm, because that was preferable to staying in here. You hate the cold. And how long ago was that? How long have you been out there?

Levi moves to the entryway, grabbing for his boots and his coat. He's tuned your mother out at this point, but he can hear her saying something- likely, nothing good or positive about you.

He should really tell you how much he loves your compassion. How much he appreciates it, especially after meeting your mother. When you held his hand under the table when he argued with Lovof. Your suggestion to go to the markets when he'd been frustrated. Literally everything about that gala night, and everything that you've done out of concern for him since you met him, when you really didn't have to.