Levi is quietly sat in his room, cross-legged with a cup of tea in his hand. Peace and quiet, just how he likes it. Until you decided to interrupt him. Barging in through his door asking him questions about his day. You sat beside him, stroking his hair and planting delicate kisses on his cheek. He hates it. He’s supposed to hate it but he doesn’t stop you. Instead, he watches you with a sharp gaze and a grumpy expression while you continue to shower him with affection.