Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

6. it doesn't count if it's a thank you

You scrunch up your nose- not really a good color, but whatever. "Okay," you say, stepping into the changeroom and grabbing the curtain. "I'll try to be fast," you tell him as you pull it closed.

"No rush," you hear him murmur from outside the curtain.

With a smile on your face, you start getting changed.

.

Levi didn't expect dress shopping to be entertaining.

It was a chore, if anything. You kept saying you needed a dress, so, yeah, he supposes he has to be a good fake boyfriend and help you get a dress.

That, and it was an excuse to get him out of the house- a good excuse, at that. That's really all it was.

But it's...

He won't say it's fun, but it's piqued his curiosity. That's it. He'll chalk it up to curiosity.

"You have awful taste," you announce as you step out of the dressing room.

Levi can't help it: his lips twitch. You're wearing the yellow one he told you to put on, but what he's failed to notice was how horribly unflattering it is. Oddly placed ruffles, and a massive, ugly rose around the neck. Plus, a matching head piece.

Your disgusted expression is what makes him give you snark back. "Of course I do, I'm dating you," he deadpans.

"I will strangle you with this hair thing," you shoot back, tugging it off of your head as you march back into the dressing room. It's good that you left- Levi's got time to hide his smirk.

A few minutes later, you're out again, this time wearing a blue dress that Levi suspects a grandmother would wear. "Right out of the seventies," he mocks.

You spin in a circle. "Still better than the yellow one."

"Is it?"

"...No." You scrunch up your nose, an action that makes Levi's lips twitch again. "God, do you even have eyes?"

"Last I checked."

"Maybe you need glasses."

"Cons of dating Levi Ackerman: horrible eyesight, apparently," he says.

"And horrible taste in color," you add. "Another con."

The lady who had gathered the first dresses chooses that moment to walk into the room, and you immediately straighten up. "To your liking?" she asks politely, looking from him to you and back again.

Levi can see you freezing up in your spot: you're stiff and you're fidgeting with the sleeves of the dress. "We'll look at more," he says, drawing the lady's attention to him, and he can see your shoulders drop as you relax. He gestures to you with one hand, a motion he hopes you interpret as go back into the changeroom, and sure enough, you twist on your heel and head back behind the curtain.

The attendant turns to him. "Any preferences, sir?"

"Anything," he replies. "We're in no rush."

"Colors, styles, lengths?"

"Anything appropriate for a formal event. Maybe something more modern," he adds, thinking of how old fashioned the last few have been.

She nods and heads back out again. When she's gone, your head pokes out from behind the curtain. "You're serious about the no rush thing?" you ask timidly. "Because I can- I mean, you're paying, so I can just pick one and we can go..."

You trail off. He's noticed you doing this a fair bit: offering compromise at your own expense. He's heard a lot of it: letting him make decisions, trying to help wherever you can, offering to make his life easier while making yours harder. Social anxiety, he thinks. You're anxious around him.