Sentiment (Levi x Reader)
He will not admit it.
Yet at each passage of dawn when she did not show up at his office, either to baffle him with evocative questions or simply accompany him - with the much preferred silence - in his own clerical monotony, he’s starting to feel as though something’s missing. He couldn’t place it yet, much less fix it.
He glances thoughtfully at her favoured tea cup, the corner of his lip restraining a small smile upon regarding the miniscule, almost unnoticeable crack near its rim. That subtle rift that she obviously, though unbeknownst to her, tries to hide within her lips at each sip, cautious of her occasional clumsiness which he notes mostly during those moments when a physical gap was abridged. His mind veers to her image, and his heart twitched a bit, her last portrait in his memory laughing sweetly, still, despite his unintended pun.
’You look like shit.’