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He had been cooped up in his room like always, but this time Levi was finishing some manga you’d lent him. The only reason he didn’t go and pirate it online or go buy it for himself is because he wanted to have something of a piece of you with him.
But as the volume comes to a close, he realizes that he’s going to have to return it and he wont have that piece of you with him anymore. His heart twinged with pain thinking about losing that piece of you, even if you’re living in the same house just a few rooms away.
You’re currently out to dinner with Diavolo, but who knows how long he wants to keep you to himself for. The thought of it makes Leviathan’s heart hurt even more. To think that you’re out having a better time than you ever did with him and he’s home being a disgusting otaku as always.
“Damn it.”
He can’t take it anymore.
“I need it...” he whined.
Just returning the book won't hurt, right? It’s only going into your room and dropping it off and taking in your scent and feeling the crevices you’ve left if your chair and-
“No!”
“I’m just returning the book.”
“That’s it.”
Leviathan sighs and places his hand on his doorknob before he takes the treacherous walk to your room.
“Stay focused.“
“We’re going for one thing and one thing only.”
“I’m dropping off the book and that’s it.”
“I’m dropping off the book and that’s it.”
“I am dropping off the book and that.”
“Is.”
“It-”
Before he knew it he found himself face to face with the door to your room. Hesitating but surely enough, one big deep breath later, he pushes his way in.
As Levi entered, your scent flooded his nose. His pupils dilated and he could feel himself tense up. One foot in front of the other, making his way into your room and over to your desk, he finds makeup scattered all over. You must have left in a rush. The thought of you being so exited to meet Diavolo that you rush getting out of the house, it makes him feel even worse. That should be him you’re so exited for.
Pushing aside some of the makeup, he makes room to place the book in a place you’ll see it. In doing so, he finds an open tube of lipstick. Any sane person would probably find the cap and put it back on or leave it alone; but being in the place where your scent is the most potent and being a Demon, Leviathan is not currently sane of mind.
Picking up the lipstick he brings it close. He would be able to smell your gorgeous breath if it had not been for the fact that his sense of smell is already overwhelmed by being in your room.
He holds up the lipstick into the light. He adores the shape your lips have left in the tip, wishing he could stare forever. To fall into the abyss that is you. If there was ever something he could call heaven, this is it.
Brining the tube closer to his mouth, gently pressing his lips to where yours once were. Closing his eyes and taking in the feeling of the closest he will probably ever get to be to you, he licks it. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes, wishing this could last forever. Wishing it was real. Wishing he could ever have the confidence to tell you how he feels before you die.
Opening his eyes slowly, he can feel the presence of a light that wasn’t there before.
“Levi?”
Shit.