My favorite levi trope is that he loves cats because i love cats and i love people being nice to cats and feeding them.
The vet nurse was cute.
He wore scrubs covered in colourful little cartoon animals and his sneakers were lime green. He cradled cats with both arms, staring deep into their eyes as he carried a one-sided conversation with all the gravity and solemnity of a conversation between adults. He didn’t make his voice higher or speak adorable nonsense. He picked them up and asked them, by name, how they were feeling. He nodded, his sombre expression made more so by the frown that would crease his brow.
“I heard, Grandpa, you had another belly ache.”
Grandpa slowly reached up one paw and placed it gently on ‘My Name Is Levi!’s chin. The vet nurse nodded, thin lips puckered in thought.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
Levi looked at Eren and it was amazing how his expression didn’t exactly change but there was something else that shifted in his countenance. Something that went from the subtle familiarity with which he handled Grandpa to a sort of deadpan surprise.
“You’re not Mikasa.”
“No, um.” Eren wrung his beanie in his hands. “She’s on vacation. I’m pet-sitting.” He looked nervously at Grandpa who had his paws curled against his chest. He looked at Eren almost accusingly with big yellow eyes. You did this to me, they seemed to say. There will be a reckoning.
“What happened.” Levi didn’t pose it like a question. He said it like it didn’t matter; he wouldn’t believe whatever nonsense Eren came up with anyway, he’d figure it out soon enough. He said it like he was on Grandpa’s side already. Eren felt ridiculous. More than the early drive to the vet and Mikasa’s inevitable wrath, he resented Grandpa for making the cute vet nurse look at him like he was the world’s biggest idiot.
“He’s an indoor cat—“
“Right.” Eren looked down at his feet. Levi’s stare was unwavering. “He ran out last night while I was putting out the garbage. I think he ate something weird.”
The vet nurse sighed. He shook Grandpa a little in his arms. A gentle reprimand.
“You, sir, know better.”
“I’m sorry. God, Mikasa is going to kill me.”
“This happens more often than you think,” Levi said. He looked up at Eren with an arched eyebrow. “Boyfriend?”
Eren looked at him, startled by the bluntness.
“No, I’m single.”
Levi’s eyes widened and Eren only then realised his mistake.
“Ah!” They stared at each other, Eren in mortification and Levi in shock. “Ah! No! Yes – I mean no! She’s my sister!”
Eren felt him shrink in on himself. The butterflies in his belly turned into a flight of kamikaze’s plummeting devastatingly into his gut.
Then Levi smiled.
Just a faint upward tilt to the corner of his lips. His eyes were laughing, though, and now he was actually looking at Eren properly.
“You’re Eren, right? Mikasa’s mentioned you before.”
“…Really?” To her vet nurse? “Why?”
Levi looked down at Grandpa and Eren had the nagging suspicion he was avoiding Eren’s eye.
“You should ask her.”
“You scheming cow.”
“Hi, Eren,” Mikasa’s tinny voice said sweetly through the receiver. “The holiday’s going great, thanks for asking! How are you?”
“I panicked! I thought I’d killed Grandpa!”
“Arsenic couldn’t kill that dumb cat. He’s just a dramatic old shit who’s just senile enough to enjoy visiting the vet. Did you meet Levi?” And Eren could tell by the smug edge to her tone she knew everything already.
“I hate you. I’m never cat-sitting again. That was mortifying, I’ll never live this down.”
“No, bud, you owe me. When’s the date?”