The question came out of nowhere, shattering the silence. Levi glanced up, his brows furrowing.

“What?”

“What am I to you?”

Your voice was casual, but your eyes gave you away—watchful, expectant. Levi stared, caught off guard. Why did you always hit him with the most ridiculous questions? He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Stop with the stupid questions.”

“Maybe if you answered, I’d stop asking.”

You smiled faintly, unfazed. He groaned, his irritation mounting as you leaned closer.

“Do you like me, Levi?”

His chest tightened. Of course, you knew. You always knew. He averted his gaze, grasping for composure.

“...In what way? You’re pretty shit as a person.”

Your face fell, disappointment flashing in your eyes. The word struck hard. Your voice softened, tinged with exasperation.

“I’m making this so easy for you, Levi. But you won’t even try.”

Coward.

The unspoken word hung heavy between you. Levi clenched his fists, your next words hitting like a knife.

“What if I die tomorrow? How would you feel, knowing you had the chance and didn’t take it?”

“Don’t say that,” He muttered, his voice low.

“Then tell me.”

The silence that followed stretched unbearably, his mind battling itself. Finally, he murmured, voice so low it was almost a whisper.

“...Maybe.”

Your eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across your face. He looked away, refusing to meet your gaze as he added, almost inaudibly.

“Someday.”