My Flatmate (flatmate!Levi x Reader) Part 1

You yawn and stretch your arms. What time is it? You glance at the clock above the door. Quarter past seven. You sigh. It's time to get up.

Before you leave the room, you peek at your flatmate's bed. Of course he made it immediately after he woke up. You don't have time to do the same with yours. No one is going to enter this room during your classes, anyway.

Generally, Levi is the tidiest human you've ever met. When you decided to find someone to rent a flat with, you've never expected that kind of a person. He literally interrogated you. The questions were simple enough – what are your habits, how often do you clean your room, are you an organised person. You really needed an accommodation, so you've lied about a thing or two...

Now, after two months of living with you, he discovered that you're not exactly as tidy as you claimed to be. But it seems not to bother him as long as you make your bed and vacuum, twice a week, your shared room.

You walk into small kitchen which also serves you as a dining room, to see that Levi is already there, drinking a black tea from his cup.

“Morning.” You yawn once again and straighten the top of your pyjamas.

He nods, looking over as you open the fridge and eventually decide to make yourself scrambled eggs. You fry it for a three minutes and once you're finished, you sit at the table opposite Levi and place your plate in front of you.

“What time do you leave?” you ask after swallowing first forkful of your breakfast.

Your flatmate doesn't seem very interested in your presence. He takes a sip from his cup, holding it with his long, pale fingers and stares at you for a moment, “Now.”

“Oh. My classes start at half past eight,” you try not to speak with full mouth, but it's fruitless, “And yours?”

“Mine too,” he answers, finishing his tea and leaving the kitchen. From your place, you can hear the door slamming.

You frown. Did you do something wrong?

***

“Finally home...” you whisper ringing the doorbell. You have keys, but don't really feel like looking for them in your cluttered bag. Anyway, Levi should be in flat because it's 7PM and on Mondays his classes end at 6:30.

As you supposed, he is there, not very pleased.

“You lost your keys again, moron?”

What a nice greeting. Especially after such a long day. You shrug your shoulders and enter the flat.

First – food. You're starving. You didn't have time to have lunch. Mondays are always like that - three hour classes, lecture, quick break for elevenses and seminar. At least other days are better.

When your stomach is full, you can get down to work. You collapse onto the bed. Levi watches as you read a book and sigh loudly from time to time.

“Could you possibly shut up?” he asks finally.

“Sorry.”

“Bad day?”

And that's unexpected. You lift your eyes to look at Levi. He's staring at you, with no streak of curiosity on his bored face.

“As always,” you respond quietly going back to your reading.

“Go to sleep,” he states suddenly and adds, “I can't stand your damn moans. Tomorrow you start classes at 10 o'clock, you can revise in the morning.”

“But I'm not tired,” you lie trying to keep your eyes open.

“You look like shit.”

You accustomed yourself to such statements, thanks God.

“As always,” you repeat closing your book and head to bathroom, grabbing your pyjamas on the way. Deep inside, his words hurt you.

After the first day of sharing a flat with Levi, and it was two months ago, you realised that you have a problem. You fell in love with him.

The problem is?

He is not in love with you.