With the house eerily quiet for once, you were sure everyone—especially Levi—was out. No screeching from his latest gacha loss, no thumping bass from his anime opening playlists, and no unexpected yelling about Ruri-chan reruns. Just blissful silence. Alone, finally.

You locked the door, heart pounding with anticipation, and slipped beneath the covers. Your fingers found their rhythm as your mind wandered—ironically—to him. That shy pout, the way he fumbled through words when flustered, and that rare but intense look in his eyes when something (or someone) truly held his attention.

You bit your lip, whispering his name—“Levi…”—as heat built low in your belly.

Then came the sound of hurried footsteps. Too late.

The door suddenly flung open.

“MC! You won’t believe what they just dropped in the new—”

Levi’s voice died mid-sentence, and his eyes locked onto you.

Your hand froze. Your breath hitched. The look on your face said it all—guilt, surprise, and raw tension.

He blinked, once. Twice. Then flushed from his ears to his neck, stumbling back with a loud, strangled sound. “I—! You—! I-I didn’t see anything! I swear! Wait—n-no, I definitely saw something, I—!”

His tail coiled tightly behind him, his voice rising in pitch as he babbled. But even as he stammered and tried to look away, his golden eyes kept flicking back to you. To the sheets slipping slightly down your chest. To your parted lips.

You pulled the blanket up quickly, face burning. “Levi—!”

He covered his face with both hands, peeking through his fingers. “Y-You were thinking about me, weren’t you? I-I heard my name! Oh my god, this is just like that one scene in I Fell For My Best Friend’s Otaku Brother—!”

Then, quieter, barely audible: “I-I… wouldn’t mind if you ever wanted the real thing…”