The Unveiling (Levi x Reader)

Chapter 7: Prohibited

Your Point of View

I DIDN'T have the urge to go to the library again, for I already concluded that Levi might also be there. I didn't want to take the risk.

I seriously don't want to see him ever again. If only I could make him teleport to another dimension, I already did. I just want him not only out of my sight, but also out of my life.

Yes, I am well-aware that so far, that he never does any harm to me. But the problem is, the real harm here is he himself.

I was conscious that he might grow more suspicious of me. I was afraid that he might see through me—ever since he started me asking unusual queeries, I couldn't help but doubt and overthink.

I know, I made a promise to myself that I will unveil his mask. But at the same time, I can't. There are particular reasons why it wouldn't be easy for me to get along with that mysterious guy.

First, this disguise. When we first met wherein I wasn't wearing my prosthetics on, he asked if I was (y/n) that made me go like, how did he know? Was he just fooling around? And ever since he acted that way when I am around, I knew something was off.

Second, his unreadable damn mind. It would less difficult to understand him and know him more if I was able to read his thoughts.

But hell, I don't even know the hell is going on and why does it seem like something in his head is blocking me. Like damn, can't just tell him, 'Hey, I can read everyone's thoughts except yours.' That would be absurd.

I sighed as I locked the door of my room.

Great. I am supposed to be in the library right now, reading and worrying about nothing except my academic performances if it weren't for that douchebag.

Having no other choice but to stay inside this boring apartment, I brought out my books and started studying about physics.

I sat on my study table, let the windows open and sat on my stool.

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THREE hours have passed and I was finally able to finish with all the lessons we're about to discuss in physics this semester. Their fault for giving us chance to review anything and everything through this book.

I felt a little bit sweaty because I haven't removed my disguise yet after all. Who knows? A raven demon with steel grey eyes and thin eyebrows might emerged from a pentagram and go inside my room and see the real me. I shouldn't lower my guard for as much as I can.

I brought out a towel and wiped my sweat off.

After drying myself, especially my face, my stomach boiled like a kettle.
Oh right. I wasn't able to fimish my lunch earlier, that is why hunger is attacking me right now.

Annoyed, I decided to get up and look for something to eat in the kitchen.

I jumped out of my room and slowly closed my bedroom's door.

I opened the refrigerator and found the usual snacks I buy from the market; the three bottles of yogurt, banana chips, a Cornetto, and some other cold food and beverages.

But in the end, I decided to just open the cabinets and pick a bag of cookies. I was too hungry for cold snacks.

I sat on the couch of the living room with the bag of cookies and a flass of water and began munching on my food.

My hand made its way on the table and got the glass of water when a loud voice striken upon my head.

'I would never accept someone as shitty as that man to be my father... Tch, How ungrateful I am to be his biological son.'

The voice seemed so calm yet so loud and deafening that both my hands couldn't help but cover my ears because of the wild vibrations.

I dropped the glass on the floor because of how scared I was with the tension of the thought.

I tried to calm myself but the thought that just entered me echoed through my mind and the longer it echoes, the louder it gets. What the hell is happening with me?

Screw it all...I never thought this cirse could get any more screwed.

I am completely clueless why this is happening. I was a hundred-percent sure that the thought only came from a single person, but why did it have this powerful and strong impact?

The origin of the voice must be a few meters away from my spot. But that really is true...

Then who exactly owns it, and why is my mind reacting like this with a simple and calm toned thought?

The voice started fainting and become less stronger than it was earlier. Slowly, I removed my hands away from my ears until the terrible sound was finally gone haunting me.

I sighed in relief. Whoever that person is, he or she made me experienced hell for a whole minute.

"What the hell was that noise?" I heard a voice in a manly tone from the other side of the door.

The guy quickly set the door open wide with his worried eyes.

At that very moment,my eyes widened in shock as I gaped my mouth with my palm.

I mustn't be dreaming!

I glanced at the man's direction when I heard the door creaked. He was looking at my figure lying on the ground with the glass of water shattered into pieces.

Levi Ackerman.

I tried to focus once again and let any thought enter my mind once again, but I miserably failed.

How the hell did that happen?

I can't be wrong. If he really was the one who owns that thought, everything would make sense to me. That voice, the tone, and the choice of words...it all matched with him.

The voice that entered my mind earlier...it was his. But why?

Why all of a sudden I am prohibited to read your mind once again?