Series: Fairy Tail.
A/N: Happy Birthday Grace!! I wanted to write something for your city au because it was so cute and I know you liked it a lot. I hope you have the best day, you deserve to be spoiled. I love you!! <3 <3
Books littered the floor of Levy’s otherwise immaculate dorm room. The sound of pages turning crept into the silence. She’d read all of them numerous times, their content forever written into her very being. Honestly, at this point, the words weren’t even registering properly. Her eyes skimmed one page after the other, their meaning a dull throb in her mind.
Beyond her dorm room – the great city of Crocus came alive with the sound of students flitting to class and the occasional car rushing by. The early hours of the morning were sacred to Levy. She had time to read and to think and to plan out her day. Today, however, she couldn’t lift a finger. Every now and then her eyes would slip to the dormant cell phone sitting by her elbow.
Why hadn’t he called her yet? Gajeel always called her in the morning, it was her only free time. The rest of Levy’s day belonged to classes and hours of studying.
“Stupid Gajeel,” she muttered, “How could you forget me today of all days?”
The breeze rattled the blinds as it fluttered into the room. Every sound betrayed the silence and, with it, Levy’s hopes that Gajeel might call. Snatching her phone from the ground, she scrolled for his name and lingered over the dial option. Would it be weird if she called him? No, that’s not true. It wasn’t weird for a couple to call one and other. The last time she’d seen him, Levy had teased and tormented Gajeel about their childhood ‘wedding’.
The result had been a boisterous confession.
When she’d returned to the city, Levy had thought their relationship would be different. That they’d keep in touch more and, well, that he might open up to her a little more. With a sigh, she locked her phone and rolled onto her back. Both arms spread wide onto the many surrounding books as her eyes roamed the ceiling. From where she lay, Levy could see the charm he’d made her dangling from the overhanging light. A metal chain hung from the frame and, swinging from the very end, was a crimson stone. It reminded her of his eyes.
She couldn’t stand it any longer. Rolling onto her front, Levy seized her phone and proceeded to dial her missing boyfriend. It was okay for her to miss him this much, wasn’t it? She missed her friends and called them, how was this any different? But then, this was Gajeel. It was too late to panic. His voice drawled through the speaker. He sounded exhausted.
Oi, Shrimp, what’re you calling me this early in the morning for?
“But… you always call me at this time.”
Levy was dumbfounded. Inhaling a sharp breath, she balanced the phone between her cheek and shoulder and went about gathering the books she needed for class. All the while, Gajeel made it abundantly clear that he was exhausted with a string of yawns and sighs.
“If I’m such a bother,” she started, piling books on her desk, “Then I’ll just hang up and you can go back to sleep.”
That’d be great.
“Do you even know what day it is, Gajeel?”
It’s Thursday, he grumbled.
Levy blanched. “Yes, but it’s also my–” there was a beep and the call ended “–Birthday.”