Falling For You (Levi x Reader) Slowburn

Chapter 1:

"Y/N, you've been assigned to clean the offices in the west area," the supervisor said dismissively, barely glancing up from his clipboard. His eyes remained focused on the list before him, as if he were speaking to a mere piece of furniture rather than a person.

Y/N, exhausted from a long shift and heavy with the weight of her own thoughts, gave a silent nod. She had just finished scrubbing the floor in the room she was assigned to and was gathering her cleaning supplies. The hallway stretched before her, its emptiness echoing the hollowness she felt inside. Her footsteps echoed off the walls, a clear reminder of how lonely her life had become over the years.

Ever since failing to graduate from the Training Corps, everything had unraveled. Her parents had set impossibly high standards, and her failure had been a blow they could hardly accept. Her older sister, Anna, was their pride, a shining star who had excelled in every way Y/N had not. While Anna fought Titans as a respected member of the Survey Corps, Y/N had become a shadow in the background, struggling to find a place in a world that had cast her aside.

Desperation had driven Y/N to work as a maid after being disowned by her family. The job was far from glamorous, but it paid the bills... barely. She cleaned everything from restaurants to motels, and now, offices. It wasn't for lack of trying. Y/N had applied to countless jobs, hoping to find something that might restore her dignity. But after a series of rejections, her options had shrunk until the maid work was the only thing left. Today was just another day of monotonous tasks, a day that felt as empty as the office she was about to clean.

Arriving at the office, Y/N set to work. The room was silent except for the ticking of a clock on the wall. As she wiped down surfaces and organized the books on the shelves, her thoughts wandered back to her family. Would she ever be seen as anything other than a disappointment?

Her thoughts were cut short by the quiet sound of footsteps approaching from behind. Startled, she turned to find a man standing in the doorway, his posture rigid and his gaze piercing through the room. His face was unreadable, yet there was an undeniable authority in the way he carried himself. The air seemed to shift, making her pulse quicken as her eyes met his.

"Excuse me, sir. I'm almost done here. Just a couple more minutes," she managed, her voice steady despite the sudden tension creeping into her chest. She quickly turned back to her work, trying to maintain her composure under the weight of his silent presence.

The man didn't reply immediately, his eyes swept over the room, taking in every detail in a way that made Y/N uncomfortable. As he stepped further inside, Y/N stole a glance at him. He was dressed in the standard Survey Corps uniform, the wings of freedom displayed on his back. His dark hair was meticulously styled, and his gaze was cold and piercing.

Captain Levi, humanity's strongest soldier, had a presence that commanded respect. He paced around the room with his hands behind his back, examining every corner of his office with sharp, almost clinical focus. When his eyes landed on the bookshelf Y/N had just cleaned, his expression darkened. He approached the shelf, dragging a finger across the surface, and then turned to her with a look of barely concealed irritation.

"Is this what you call clean?" His voice sliced through the air with disapproval. He raised his finger, now coated in a thin layer of dust, and held it up for her to see. His eyes remained fixed on her, unwavering, making the silence between them feel heavier with each passing second.

Y/N's face flushed with embarrassment, her cheeks burning as she fumbled for words. "I'm sorry, sir," she stammered, her voice barely steady. Her hands trembled as she quickly grabbed the cloth, moving to clean the bookshelf once more. His harsh criticism stung, eating away at her already fragile confidence. Her movements became rushed and tense, as if fixing the mistake quickly might stop more of his cold disapproval.