(Y/n) POV

My heart was pounding so hard when Levi was looking at me. I don't know if it was because of how nervous he made me with those eyes or...
I shake my head, pushing away that train of thought.

Why had he been looking at me? His eyes were so intense it scared me, he looked like he was opening the book of my life and reading the chapter about my secrets.
Voices were all around me and Armin, it was just us two, since Mikasa and Eren weren't here, and Jean and Marco didn't sit with us unless Mikasa was here.

My stomach was chewing on my stomach in a subdued way, as if it ached for food but knew it would get none. I winced, as Armin chewed his sandwich.
"Why aren't you eating?" A cold voice made me jump, but I knew it instantly. I whipped around in shock to see Levi Ackerman, and my heart started pounding painfully, and I wished it wouldn't.
"What? I did ea-"
"If you say you already ate I will punch you." He said and sat down in one graceful movement. Armin's mouth was frozen mid chew and he looked like a meerkat.
"Uh, I can leave if you want...?" He offered with a nervous laugh, but his eyes sparked with amusement and intrigue. I opened my mouth to protest but Armin interrupted.
"It's okay, I need to go to the library anyway, don't mind me." He smiled and gathered his things, striding off.

"Eat." Was all Levi said and placed a paper bag in front of me. I blushed without meaning too, embarrassed.
"I'm not hungry." I deny, and look him in the eyes. But his eyes were sharp like a knife and he looked annoyed, like he knew I was lying and wouldn't put up with my bullshit.
He didn't need to say anything, his eyes said it all; don't lie. Just eat.

I sighed and reluctantly opened the bag, cringing a bit at how loud it was in our little bubble of silence and inside was the delicious scent of some sort of pasta.
"Oh man, is that?" I didn't finish and I stared at him in shock. He smirked slightly and nodded.
"Lasagna." Was all he said and I grinned, at him.
"Thank you!" I say, forgetting that I was attempting to lose weight as I pull out the tupperware and pop it open, a fork attached to the lid.

I dig in, smiling to myself, and I turned to Levi to compliment the cooking but he was looking the other way, his hand propped up to hold his chin, his other hand gripping his arm so hard the knuckles were white.
My words died in my throats and I turned back to the food, maybe he hadn't wanted to give it to me, but had given me it anyway...?

"Do you want some?" I ask him, holding out a forkful of lasagna.
He looked at me slowly, his mouth slightly twisted in disgust.
"You already put your mouth on the fork, imagine the germs.." he muttered to himself and shivered slightly. I was slightly offended and I looked down, bringing back the fork but his slender fingers covered mine as his cool hand took mine, holding the fork in place.
"If I get sick it's your fault.." he complains quietly as he eats the lasagna off the fork.

I blush, surprised that he did have some, and he finishes chewing, his face pink before he resumes his position of looking away from me.
"Finish eating." Is all he says and I can't contain the heat wave on my face as I nod and continue.