Delete That! - A Levi X Reader Request

Delete That!!

Again Levi looked over and (F/N) wanted nothing more than to knock that grin off his face. She was taking a massive risk texting him right now, knowing that if anyone looked over they would be able to see her picture on his phone. But she was enraged, confused and incredibly embarrassed! Levi picked his phone up, leaning back in this chair casually, holding his tea in one hand and his phone in the other, his smile fading as he typed out a message.

I’m eating breakfast. What does it look like?

(F/N)’s exasperation grew and she pressed her lips together and shook her head in annoyance.

You know damn well what I mean!

His lips curled into that smirk again, repressing a small chuckle.

Someone’s feisty this morning.

Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed, (F/N)?

You said you deleted that!

Levi looked thoughtful for a moment, his lips turning down in thought.

Did I? Did I really?

His eyes locked on to (F/N)’s, smile returning and she shook her head at him, trying to convey her annoyance through her look alone.

Yes. When I asked you last night.

I think you need to reread my reply.

(F/N)’s annoyed expression turned to one of confusion. She quickly scrolled up and began rereading the conversation. Levi watched her carefully.

I never actually said I deleted it.

(F/N) sighed, running a hand through her hair in mild panic.

Delete it now.

Levi’s eyes narrowed almost dangerously, his face expressing mock pain, the sort of expression you give to someone when they have just said or done something they really shouldn’t have.

I don’t think so (F/N).

(F/N) couldn’t believe she was even arguing with him about this. He had no right to keep that picture! Why would he even want to? This was obviously just some sort of sick game to him, some joke that she was the butt of. Her heart was racing, hands sweating as she tapped away on her screen.

Why not??

Levi smirked again.

It’s aesthetically pleasing.

“For fucks sake...” (F/N) hissed, dropping her phone on the table in a mixture of sheer agitation and surrender, putting both hands in her hair and gripping the roots, a clear sign she was stressed or pissed off. Probably both.

Everyone at the table looked at her, Levi giving a small, silent chuckle at her outburst.

“Are you alright, (F/N)?” Hanji asked, touching her arm softly and (F/N) tilted her head back and closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath to try and calm herself down. Her phone vibrated against the table and she snatched it up, quickly opening another message.