Levi is on his tiptoes, trying to reach that box from the top shelf that has tea leaves inside of it, when the kitchen door creaks open and Eren steps in. Levi instantly drops back to his feet and furrows his brows. Sure, the sun has already risen so you could say the day has begun, but Levi knows it’s not even half six yet.
Eren’s hair is a mess, which is not a surprise, he’s wearing the pants of his uniform and a white shirt. His grey eyes are wide open and his lips are slightly parted; he looks utterly confused. There’s something more in his expression, too, and from the deep sea of his eyes, Levi finds it; Eren’s alarmed. Eren’s holding white flowers in both of his hands.
”Captain -” Eren starts but cuts himself off, biting his bottom lip. Levi can feel his eyebrows dropping even lower at the weird tone of Eren’s voice. ”I didn’t think you’d be… up yet.” Levi lets out a short breath that could count as a pathetic chuckle. He can tell the other hadn’t expected to see him.
I don’t know yet what power feels like. But this is surely what it looks like, and I think I’m beginning to understand why those ancient women had to hide in caves. Why our parents and suitors want us to behave properly and predictably. It’s not that they want to protect us; it’s that they fear us.