My Flatmate (flatmate!Levi x Reader) Part 3

“Are you trying to take a shit, or can I open the door?” snorts Levi.

You lie on your side and press your cheek to the cool floor. It was scoured yesterday anyhow. You let out a spasmodic sound. You hear that Levi goes away just to come back, probably with knife, and opens the lock.

At the sound of opening door, you curl yourself up. Levi sighs irritated. And then, he lifts you up from the floor and carries through the hall, taking your shoes off on the way. Before he places you in the sitting position on the bed, he removes your wet coat.

Just as your body touches the mattress, you sneeze.

“Perfect,” mutters Levi under his breath.

You shiver, more because you realise that he just carried you in his arms, than from the cold.

“You have five minutes to get changed,” orders your flatmate. “I'll be waiting in the kitchen and you'd better have good excuse for what happened in the bathroom.”

Before he closes the door behind him, he repeats, “Five minutes.”

You hide your face in shaking hands. What will you tell him? That no one likes you in your class? That you love him, and he doesn't love you? Damn!

Ah, yes. You were supposed to get changed.

You open the drawer with your shirts and choose a white one, with an “Everything's fine!” inscription. How accurate. You take off the wet T-shirt and put dry one on. You don't change your jeans because they're not very wet. Finally you detangle your hair with your fingers.

Then, you head to the kitchen to face your angry flatmate.

“What happened?” asks Levi, just as you sit in your chair. Somehow he managed to make himself black tea. Or maybe he was already drinking it when you popped into the flat?

You gulp. “Nothing special.”

“Did someone hurt you?” he stops drinking and now stares at you studiously.

“No,” you contradict looking down, trying to avoid his inquiring gaze.

“Tell me.” He seems serious.

You shake your head firmly. “No!”

He nods slowly. “Then what happened?”

You really don't feel like telling him. “Nothing concerning you.”

“Really?” he raises an eyebrow. You chew your lower lip. He looks so handsome.

“Really,” you exhale.

After your assurance, he totally loses his interest in your presence.

As always.

You leave kitchen and get into bed, not bothering to take off your clothes. Then, you close your eyes and tired, you fall asleep.

***

When you wake up, it's dark outside. How long have you been asleep?

Suddenly, you feel very weak. You lick your chapped lips and pick yourself up from the bed. Levi keeps a thermometer somewhere in the bathroom. You walk through the hall and when you put your hand on a toilet handle, you hear a familiar voice, “What are you doing, brat?” Levi is sitting in your small living room with a book in his hands.

“I want to take my temperature,” you explain with a hoarse voice, “and you can't call me brat. We're around the same age.”

“You're younger.” He walks up to you. “Now, back to bed. In that state you would probably break a thermometer while carrying it...”

You shrug your shoulders and return to bedroom obediently. A moment later he walks into the room and hands you a mercury thermometer. You place it under your left armpit to discover, ten minutes later, that you are weakened.

Levi furrows his eyebrows looking at the mercury column that stopped at 36.3 degree Celsius*. “Have you drank anything today?”

You think for a moment. “I haven't.”

Levi rolls his eyes, walks out of the room and comes back with a bottle of water.

“Thanks.” You begin to quaff pleasantly at the cold liquid.

“Get a grip, idiot. I'm not going to nanny you all the time.”

“No one is making you,” you respond closing the bottle cap.

He doesn't answer. You call something to your mind.

“Anyway, you said that I'm younger than you. What did you mean exactly?”

“Does it matter?” He takes a step back and crosses his arms.

You ignore his question. “I'm eighteen and I'm on my first year on university. In which year are you?”

He sighs but gives you the answer, “On first, like you.”

You frown. Think (Name), think!

Ah, yes! Of course!

“Is that your second subject?”

“Yes,” he says widening his eyes a bit. I surprised him, you think with satisfaction.

You make a small calculation in your head, “So you're twenty-two, at least.”

He nods confirming your speculations.

“So twenty-two?”

“Yes,” he says with emphasis.

You think, trying to check how that information makes you feel. Well, four years is not a big age difference. And then, you remember that it doesn't matter because you have no chances with Levi.

“Here.” You give a thermometer back to him. “I need to shower. Won't take long.”

You walk out of the room leaving Levi with a quizzical look.

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E/N:
*Celcius, that is 97.3 degrees Farenheit.