You tilted your head in confusion as the man unexpectedly spoke his native language to you. His tone was softer, less flat. The words rolled off his tongue so smoothly that it calmed you, yet it sent visible goosebumps to your skin.
"The time?" You asked, perplexed.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, the Corporal let out a gruff sigh and leaned against the wall as he crossed his arms. The man knew you weren't going to understand the words he effortlessly spoke, but had expected a less naive reaction.
You frowned. "Come on! What does it mean?"
"Doesn't matter." He brushed his jet black hair out of his eyes.
"Say it again." You cupped your cheeks and closed your eyes, waiting for Levi to repeat the foreign words to you.
He replied with a grimace and scrunched his brows in irritation.
You were the only person he let himself love. It was wrong, he knew. Falling in love, knowing he'll lose you; just like he lost everything. But he promised himself to protect you, to not let you endure the same fate of your fallen comrades. And never once did he directly show displays of affection, but little did you know that the words he spoke meant I love you.
"Come on!" You pleaded, your curiosity getting the best of you. Shooting you a glare, the man peeled himself from the wall and walked towards you in a painfully slow speed. You tapped your foot impatiently and watched the French man approaching you. He stopped moving, his dark glance lingering on yours.
"I'll say it after you guess what it means."
"Does it mean, 'You need to shower?'" You asked imprudently.
"Did you even bother putting a bit of thought into it?" He asked bluntly.
"Not really," You chuckled nervously. "Is it really worth putting thought into-"
"It would be if you actually tried, dumbass." Levi growled in irritation, removing his brown jacket.
The atmosphere grew hot as a bead of sweat slid down your temples. "Well, I don't know!" You shrugged and pressed your lips into a tight line. An unamused expression was plastered on the man's face, and you knew he was still waiting for a proper guess. Putting some thought into it, you came up with the best conclusion you had in mind at the time. Your eyes lit up and you slammed your hand triumphantly on the wooden table. "Oh! Does it mean, 'You're annoying me?'"
"Hn. I guess your exceptional combat skills make up for your lack of intelligence." He adjusted his gear straps, sliding his steady fingers under them.
Scoffing at his remark, you leaned back on your chair and jerked your head to the side. "Excuse me for not understanding a foreign language." You muttered under your breath as you slightly furrowed your brows. "Fine. Don't tell me, then."
"Then I might as well show you."