This drabble is written for @aurieackerman I wanted to gift it to you for months now but never really got the chance to but here it finally is! Aurie, since you like Rivarmin too I thought I should write you some (After all we are married remember? mmh) Also I think the “prompt” I came up with is something you’d
hopefully like. Enjoy reading!
Armin did not know what to expect when he was deftly shoved against the lockers (his back felt only a light sting from the impact). And he did not know what to expect when he was suddenly facing a familiar face that he was able to recognize around the time his ears had registered that voice. Levi glared at Armin—not the usual glare he would dart at everyone but a more intense one. He was mad, really mad, and Armin didn’t know whether it was his fault.
What had he done wrong?
His eyes trailed away for a split it second, finding focus again on Levi’s face quickly after because his instincts sensed danger. Oh god, how will he escape this, he asked himself.
Clueless as to how to deal with the whole thing, he opted to raise a hesitant finger to his chest and utter something harmless that tended to border on sassy in order to lighten up the tensed mood that merely Levi’s face was capable of stirring up. “Actually my name is Armin.” A wary upward twitch of Armin’s mouth decorated his face.
“Blondie.” Was Levi’s snappish retort, and he glowered at Armin viciously.
Okay, Armin thought inwardly, pressing his lips together; on the one hand he did that because the crudeness of Levi’s words had him taken aback in one way or another, but on the other hand he sealed his lips close to prevent an anxious cladded grin from creeping up. He could swear that he was failing at it horribly.
But Levi didn’t seem to notice that. Either that or he ignored it (which was actually unrealistic because he was already irritated with Armin for some reason, so finding another reason to get angrier with him was more than opportune right now). Instead, a flat hand of his slammed the surface of the locker door next Armin. His eyes seethed with stern fury, illuminating a dull grey if one looked close enough. Armin also noticed that his pupils blew wider for a short moment. Levi growled out, “Stop it. Stop doing it.”
Armin, utterly and crazily confused, only let out incoherent noises at first – those rising from his throat shyly – cleared his throat then as his blood warmed his body from the inside due to his slight nervosity.
“Stop doing what?” he dared, reluctant, feeling as though Levi would mess with him any second. Not necessarily with violence, though.
Surprisingly, Levi smirked visibly at Armin’s question, his face nearing Armin’s dangerously. Armin’s nose captured a decent wave of shampoo and a musky scent that seemed to be a kind of perfume. Levi’s breath was grazing Armin’s face, his lips, when he retorted gruffly, “You know what I mean. Stop being as smart as me. Stop being one of the smart ones in class because there can only be one and that’s me.”
Oh, now he got it.
Armin was aware that Levi, a new student who transferred to Shiganshina High School a few months ago, appeared to be an ambitious and eager one when it came to studies and other school stuff. He and Levi would always be the one getting top grades, being praised by teachers the most, they’d always do excellent work and receive one A grade after another in exams.
However, Armin had noticed from time to time that Levi wasn’t befriending the idea at all that he was sharing the “throne” of the school’s smartest guy together with Armin. Although both were known as the smartest one in their grade and rumours of them being rivals who loathed the other villainously were spread around, Armin hadn’t thought of it that way, despite of Levi’s occasional frowns beings sent to him in class when he had contributed to the lesson with valuable inputs.
But now he knew how much Levi was probably despising him.
He should stop doing perfect at school?
Because Levi wanted to be the only one bathing in that glory?
“I will continue doing my best. You can’t ask of me to slack off just so you can be the smartest one in our grade.”
“You should listen carefully when I’m talking. I said you should stop doing it in our class. You can do that somewhere else. Trade classes or whatever, I don’t care, as long as you aren’t bothering me with your rich knowledge throughout every lessons.”
Armin goggled at him, slightly dumbfounded. Levi seriously ordered him to… switch classes?
“Well,” he started and while a part of his rational mind was reprimanding him because nothing good would come out if he risked to provoke Levi, but then there was that silly and spiteful other part that wanted to take this challenge and surpass all logic borders. So it was basically as if mind-controlled when Armin opened his mouth and said, “If there’s one who has to trade classes, then it’s you. You transferred to my class in the middle of the school year. You aren’t part of it for as long as I am.” There was a little boost of confidence shamelessly and ridiculously crawling up Armin’s spine and giving him chills as he began to have mixed feelings about this because Levi was biting down hard on his bottom lip now, one eye twitching madly, attempting to keep his composure.
Fuck, why couldn’t Armin just shut up?!
Levi’s mouth itched for a revengeful smirk and his hand next to Armin’s face squeezed to a fist. He approached the other even closer, noses almost grazing but their front bangs were already kissing. Armin pressed his own body against the locker, feeling the metal give him cold spikes which didn’t help him at all.
A few seconds ago he was certain that Levi wasn’t the type to raise fists, but by now he had reached that point where he thought that this guy was capable of literally everything.
“Do you know why I don’t want you around me?” Levi’s raspy words exaspirated against Armin’s lips, soft.
Heart throbbing in his ears, pores preparing to emit chilly sweat, Armin shifted his gaze away from Levi’s pointed scowl as he answered with an insecurity that appeared to him like it was the world population’s insecurities pooled together and planted into him. “N-No. I don’t know. I didn’t even know you hate me this much until a few seconds ago.”
“I find smart people hella attractive.”
Armin’s heart bumped down to its original place and his ball of insecurity dissipated into thin void air.
“What?” He hadn’t wanted to say this out loud, but his mind was still doing whatever it wanted to do.
Levi went on in a matter-of-fact. “I have never felt attracted to anyone at all because no one could meet my high standards. And I was sure that there wouldn’t be anyone being the same as me, so I knew that I had nothing to worry about. I had never piqued any interest in other people. I liked that. I like the idea of being the only one who couldn’t get wooed by anyone. That was until I met you. You’re the first one to intrigue me. God damn it, you’re mixing all my principles up. Fucking stop that, it’s irritating me.” Levi didn’t know (maybe he had ignored it) that he was thirsty for excitement. And Armin seemed to meet all standards. He had to gulp down hard before the upcoming words would find a way out, hot and hoarse. His voice was pushed out through gritted teeth, his struggle widening the gap between rationality and want. “Stop being attractive.” When Levi had ended, there was kind of a snarl or a hiss whistling through his slightly parted mouth.
There were those blown wide pupils again, Armin noticed.
He was flabbergasted but also overjoyed.
That he, Armin, would ever appear attractive in front of Levi—the infamous Levi Ackerman who had everything one would desire but who was also the most unapproachable person ever. People who happened to get noticed by him on a rare time would feel blessed afterwards.
All Armin had seen in Levi up until now were his peering glances in form of glares whenever Armin had done well in class and other than that they hadn’t interacted at all, as far as he remembered. So knowing that this very guy was losing his shit because of one of Armin’s valued traits, he began to see Levi with interest in his eyes. He sensed that there was a tension growing between them. A tension that told him that he and Levi would make a great couple—not necessarily meant in a romantic way. Hell, there still was a long way until then. All he could think of right now was how he and Levi would become a perfect duo, based on teasing love-hate.
These two were meant to be rivals; competitors, friends, partners.
Yeah. Armin slowly but certainly took a liking in Levi’s special thinking.
After all who said that Armin wasn’t attracted to Levi? He might or might not be. It may be that he wasn’t aware of it until a few moments ago, but sometimes one needed to pull the trigger to get things started.
So with a fresh new wave of self-confidence, Armin rearranged himself in his position, standing straight and strong. As a tease, he let his fingers play with his own locks in a joyous manner.
There was an abudance of confidence visiting him and he was keen to take a step further.
He licked his bottom lip, almost smirked when realizing that Levi’s eyes had eagerly followed his tongue wetting his lip. “If I am appealing to you, then why don’t you just kiss me?” He finished it off with a sly innocent smirk.
Levi was struggling. He was struggling with himself, getting excited, and fidgeted from all the hormones overflowing his body from the inside. Fucking puberty.
“Don’t go that way.” He tried to sound threatening, but his voice faltered. “Don’t even try playing that kind of game with me.”
“Oh, really?” Armin’s eyelashes fluttered and he pursed his lips. The tip of his tongue was peaking out.
Damn, damn, damn!
“Fuck!” Levi grabbed Armin by his hair, a rough grip, guiding his head like that until their lips clashed together—two extremes colliding.
Armin was baffled at first, helpless as Levi’s lips moved fiercly over his, sucking and taking in everything of him. Armin found his composure again, it had just taken him a while, but when he did he responded to the kiss with his mouth going as wild as Levi’s. Their tongues twisted and licked, salivated and swallowed, made a mess and became an addiction.
Although it was both their first kiss, they didn’t hold back at all, kissing the other with a force that resembled wolves in heat. Slippery sounds and faint moans filled their air, their hips pressed against each other and fingers wanted - were close - to travel up and down, groping needily.
Before it could go any further and to something they would get detention for in a place like school, Levi let go. He panted hard, smiled in satisfaction and looked like a cheeky mess. Armin’s face was adorable to look at because his hair stood out as though he had just woken up and his cheeks flushed the same pink that would paint his skin when he was embarrassed, but in reality he was the opposite.
Armin chuckled to which Levi scoffed. Things had surely gone a totally different direction. Armin covered his wet swollen lips, hiding his smile.
Levi decided leave it at this and go away. They had lost their controls, so it was the best if they didn’t stay together in the hallways for longer than necessary. Who knew what else their dirty minds would come up with. His temporary last words were, “We aren’t done yet, Arlert.”
This time Armin blushed furiously, partly because Levi had called him by his (last) name. As Levi walked away, a constant debate took place in his head, because Levi had actually planned to come at Armin and tell him which place he belonged and now look where they were.
Both of them could only be amused by it.
This surely wasn’t the end yet.