𝐈𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 | Levi Ackerman X Reader

| #12: Don't try to fight wrestlers on your own |

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Just as Levi said he'd do, he headed straight back to the Scouts Foundation to handle the business he had to attend to. As much as he felt like he needed to keep an eye on you to make sure you didn't mess with his tattoo, knowing how you'll do anything to spite him when you realized how much his tattoo means to him, he needed to continue on with his job.

Though, he wasn't sure how he'd be able to do it at all without the source of his powers on his body. That's what made this so complicated. You've turned his whole life around and you didn't even know it. He had to meet up with someone he made a deal with 10 years ago and make sure that the agreement was completed. But he couldn't do that now, could he?

He left the hospital, even with the doubts in his mind about having to leave at all, and immediately headed back to the Scouts Foundation building so that he could prepare to head out yet again and complete a deal, as much as he knew how different it would be to handle it this time around. It was still fairly early in the morning so Levi knew had some time before he had to head out yet again. He needed to find a solution for this, and fast.

On his way back, all he could think about was what he was supposed to do now. He had to continue doing his job like he's always done but how? Things are most definitely going to change now, and Levi knew that if you had his powers, it would be for the worse. He needed to figure something out and his mind was in shambles trying to come up with a temporary solution until he could find a way to get you to cooperate. If he could even do that, because a single conversation with you was enough to boil his blood.

He truly felt like his mind was going to explode, even as he tried to stay logical and tried to stay calm. What could he do? What could he say to you? What does this mean from now on? Can he even get his powers back at all? Did his tattoo transfer to your wrist permanently? He had no clue but before it was irreversible, if there was even a chance to undo it, he had to think of sometime. All he knew is that he had his tattoo one moment, he went unconscious, then he woke up, and it was gone.

He still couldn't wrap his head around it completely and all he was asking before was for you to leave your wrist alone until he could figure this whole thing out. As much as you infuriated him, he knew you acknowledged his panic and warnings back at the hospital and wouldn't do something so reckless and the exact opposite of what he asked. Right?

Levi knew you were smart and could tell you weren't the type to be that petty, despite you wanting to get rid of it so quickly before. He hoped you'd think it through. He's known you for no longer than a day and a half at most, but he still trusted his intuition about you and that you'd put your worries about his tattoo aside even for a little while. All he needed was time.

Eventually, he drove his car back to the Scouts Foundation, as much as his thoughts were so close to disturbing the peace he'd been trying to keep. Levi felt like he was usually good at keeping calm even in the worst situation, but now, he didn't see how there could be a silver lining, but for his sanity, he needed to find one. He needed to get back to his office and try something to give him any sort of confirmation that this could be reversed.

But by the time that he was getting back to the building, parking his car, making his way across the building, Onyankopon had already arrived that morning to Levi's office to start the same daily routine he always did. He had originally started out by doing his usual morning deep clean that Levi had shown Onyankopon how to do in case he wasn't around, and now he had perfected over the years to reach Levi's standard of cleanliness.

But as he was cleaning, Onyankopon got a bit sidetracked. As he cleaned up Levi's office, as he usually did with his job as his assistant, there was something that Onyankopon stumbled upon. Something very precious to Levi. So now, letting himself be a little nosy, he was casually sitting on Levi's desk chair with one hand holding up a duster, and the other holding up a very particular book.