Greatest Sin | Levi Ackerman x Reader

Touch

The scintillating light of dawn poured through your window, painting the shadows with a rosy hue. You listened to the melodic birds, as you stared at your ceiling.

You couldn't sleep without your conscience eating at you. You were so disappointed in yourself for letting Captain Levi take advantage of you. Sure, you let it happen too, but you didn't know how else to react.

It was a feeling, a feeling that felt so indescribably good. A feeling you've never experienced before, something you were always willing to try—but with Levi? He was your captain and the thoughts of that were almost insufferable. Your body was the car and Levi's touch was the steering wheel—You had no control, as he drove you insane.

You grabbed your silk pillow and screamed into it as noisily as you could. "I'm such an idiot," Your muffled voice mumbled. You didn't want to do anything today. You were weary and you wanted to stay in your room to avoid facing your friends and Levi.

Until Historia called for you. "Y/n, you're missing breakfast!" She spoke, you could tell that she was right outside of your door.

You sighed, "Yeah, yeah. I'm coming." You replied softly, doubtful that she even heard you. You weren't even in the right state of mind to eat nor to get ready, so you went straight to mess hall.

You dreadfully trailed behind Historia, as she kept turning around to make sure you were following her. Your hair was disheveled, your eyes were low from the lack of energy, you had prominent bags underneath your eyes—You were literally in shambles. Your friends trailed your every moment apprehensively, as you sat down in between Sasha and Historia.

"Damn, what the hell happened to you?" Jean abruptly questioned, dropping his spoon in the bowl of soup. You looked over at him and watched, as Mikasa slapped the back of his head.

"Ow, sorry." He responded, rubbing the back of his head.

"Good morning, Y/n." Mikasa spoke, a trepidatious smile spreading across her face.

"Morning." You half-smiled. The more you looked at your friends, the more your thoughts taunted you—the guiltier you were beginning to feel. You lowered your eyes and stared at the tray that were front of you.

"Are you okay, Y/n?" Marco questioned, his eyes filled with fretfulness.

"Never better!" You cheered acerbically, accidentally slamming your hands on the table.

"Wow! Bread and soup! That's different!" You smiled, sarcastically, "Except, it's not. I'm sick of this shit." You muttered bitterly, as you started to slowly eat your food.

The table was gauchely silent, all you could hear were spoons clashing against the bowls. You looked up at your friends—who quickly looked away as if you didn't already see them staring at you.

"Are you guys going to eat your food or are you going to sit here and stare at me?" You queried, breaking the silence.

"Lack of sleep?" Connie questioned, flicking bread at Sasha.

"Something like that." You shrugged, trying to avoid conversations with your friends. You were already growing self-conscious, as you discerned that they had a perturbed look in their eyes. Your heart was beginning to clench with dread, as the thoughts in your head were like needles piercing into your skin all at once.

"Don't worry! You still look pretty." Historia blushed, awkwardly smiling at you.

"Beautiful, actually." Marco corrected her, beaming at you. You felt your lips weakly curling into a smile. You weren't in the "smiling" mood today, but you couldn't help but to feel swooned by Marco's sweetness.