I had all & then most of you.

The church steeple is silhouetted against the summer sky when you pull into the lot. There are only two vehicles there: your car and Zeke’s truck. It’s the same one he drove in high school, the one Dr. Yeager keeps around for him even though it’s faded and dented and should already be rusted to the ground. The cab smells of cigarette smoke and the pine-tree air fresheners he keeps hanging from the mirror in a losing battle against it.

You keep the pleasantries short and ask him what he’s doing here, and he says he just wants to talk. It’s a laughable excuse. Zeke always ‘just wants to talk.’ Usually right before he makes sure you have something to regret later. But it’s not like you can talk at the diner or on his Nana’s front porch like you used to, lest word gets around town that you’re back together with Zeke Yeager: hometown celebrity. The child prodigy who once threw a no-hitter that landed your town on the local news. Who managed to land a baseball scholarship to an out-of-state university, while pretty much everyone else ended up at the local community college, and eventually made it to the minor leagues.

And it’s not like you haven’t done well for yourself since graduation. But around here, he’s Zeke fucking Yeager. So, naturally you’d be the lucky one if he took you back. You can already hear the town gossip, the self-important little ‘finallys’ and ‘about times’ that would follow you around.

Zeke pulls a pack of Marlboros from his pocket, and you cringe as he shakes one loose. His face glows briefly as he flicks open a lighter, highlighting the sharper angles of his face, the deeper set of his gray eyes.

“Your dad let you in the house stinking of that?” you ask skeptically.

He smirks, exhales out the driver-side window, and you bristle at the consideration. “Already threatened to kick me out. As if he could stop me.”

You don’t feel like reminding him of the numerous times he’s ended up booking a room at the motel instead after screaming matches with Grisha. 

“You look good,” he says, leaning in over the center console, hand lifting with the cigarette between his knuckles to graze his thumb over your bottom lip. His requisite question comes next. “Seeing anyone?”

You shake your head, or try to with his hand hovering at your mouth. Old reflexes flare, jumpstarting the nervous flutter beneath your sternum and the heat chasing up your neck. Zeke smiles and moves even closer till his breath brushes your cheek.

“Me neither,” he says. Not that he ever seems to be.

His hand slips down your neck without license. The first taste of his mouth on yours is coppery, cloying with the scent of tobacco. It reminds you of things it shouldn’t. Your first kiss under the bleachers. The first one after you met again, home on spring break at the corner bar. The last time you caved during Christmas, when the snow still sat in black heaps along Main Street, and how you’d driven home after with his teethmarks on your skin.

When he kneels over you and slides off the last barrier of your clothes, the press of the cloth seat against your back is more familiar than you would ever admit. But you’re reclining the passenger seat yourself and sliding it back as Zeke lights up a new cigarette.

“Hold that for me,” he says as he carefully sets it between your middle and index fingers, then moves his grip to your waist. “Don’t drop it, now.”

The smoke curls up into your face and makes your eyes water, but you hold the cigarette delicately as he pushes into you. It’s a choreography you’ve danced plenty of times, and you know all the steps by heart. You let out a breath, bend your ankle up against the dash, and try not to think about the past. About the breakup, about crying right before graduation alone in your car, then dabbing at your eyes with whatever napkin you could find in the glove box so nobody would see. About how you were never good enough for him and never would be, or you wouldn’t be here, having sex in an abandoned church parking lot.

But if that were true, why is Zeke looking at you like you’re the only thing that makes sense to him right now? Telling you how good you take it, how you squeeze him so good as his heavy breaths fill the cab. You glance away, up at the church windows, the lightless squares watching you do what every youth pastor warns against. You’d like to believe it’s just the dark playing tricks with the edges of his face, how the shadow softens him, but every time you fall into each other, it gets a little bit harder to pretend he’s not greedy for you and desperate for your moans like you’re his last cigarette, the only vice worth having.

The prickle of your knuckles reminds you of the cigarette in your hand, its glowing tip bobbing dangerously with every thrust, burning closer and closer to the filter. You hold it up for him, and Zeke dips his head to take a drag, then buries his face in your collarbone and bites down hard as he bounces your body off his cock faster until you’re both arching in a tangle of limbs and ecstasy.

Afterward, once he’s caught his breath. Zeke plucks the cigarette from your loose grasp to draw one last drag and stubs the butt into the already overflowing tray. The blue digits of the dashboard clock say it’s so late it’s practically tomorrow.

“You got anywhere to be?” he asks, another one of his requisite questions. He’s the first to move, tossing his t-shirt back over his head, then reaching across the cab to get your bra from the dash where he’d flung it during the prelude.

You've had this conversation before. Different seasons. Different years. The famous ballplayer, waiting to see whether you'll spend the rest of the night with him. What usually comes next is just part of the pattern. An aimless drive on the backroads, then maybe staying in bed together late into the afternoon. It’s not like you have anything better to do.

"Nope,” you reply, and Zeke smiles.

Somewhere out there, a train horn sounds through the humid night. The far-off whistle is a relic, like these weekends you keep having. Because some things in this town never change no matter how many years you spend trying to.

Levi couldn’t get your face out of his mind. He hated it. The moment your excitement washed away and disappointment took its place carved into his brain, the softness of your eyes before they glossed over. He couldn’t bear to see you like that. On ice he’d know exactly what to say, but this? He couldn’t do this. Knowing he was the one to hurt you like that.

Bursting into his office he went straight for his desk, tossing the ipad on his chair before swiftly pulling open the top right drawer. Reaching in he stops at the sight of his trembling hand, quickly shaking the feeling before feverishly fishing through the contents of the drawer. He finally finds what he was looking for tucked away in the back. A keycard to the Basketball Wing of the sports center Erwin had given him forever ago. Levi could probably count on one hand the amount of times he’d used it in the last seven years. 

Just as quickly as he found the card, he was out the door cursing the distance between the Ice Wing and his destination. Every step was more tortuous than the last as he fought to silence his mind. Once he reached the sliding doors he buzzed in. Unlike the Ice Wing, the Basketball Wing was hot. The air was thick and paired with a heavy metallic scent which was all too noticeable, especially now.

Levi made his way through, catching the gaze of a small group of players along the way. Immediately he noticed he’d forgotten his hoodie, he never walked through the center without it. Just as quickly he realized what they were staring at, he could always tell.

Ignore them. 

Erwin’s office was located in the gym, its entrance on the back wall of the basketball court. He let himself in and made his way straight for it. Without a second thought or a knock, he twisted the handle and shoved the door open. 

“Erwin.” He nearly barked out. The sudden burst causes Erwin to stand straight up, his thighs sending a rattle through his desk as they make contact from the startle. 

“..Levi,” he answered quickly once he registered it was him. 

“She asked me to be her coach.” Levi wastes no time as he steps inside, letting the door swing shut behind him. 

Erwin let out a sigh of relief, slowly lowering himself back down into his chair. “So, What did you tell her?” 

“I said no.” Levi says, almost cringing at the words he had told you verbatim. 

“Why?” Erwin asks, crossing his arms over his chest. Levi shoots him a knowing glare in return.

“Why?” He repeats as if to confirm he heard correctly. “I don’t know the first thing about being a coach.” 

“You can’t be serious.” 

“Not that kind of coach.” Levi corrects himself. “And what about work? Am I expected to just drop everything, travel from competition to competition?” 

“Levi,” Erwin starts, “you stopped taking clients to work with her specifically.” 

The room goes quiet, it was true. Levi knew that you needed the extra attention to get back to training for competitions, so he stopped taking new cases and slowly phased out his existing clients to provide just for you. In this moment, he hated that he mentioned that to Erwin. 

“I think you should reconsider it.” Erwin follows up. “I’ve seen the two of you in the studio, skating together before sessions. The chemistry..”

“You have no idea what you’re saying.” Levi protests. He can feel his chest tightening with every word being said. He could try to blame you, he could blame work, but Erwin saw right through it. 

“Really? From my perspective it stopped being about her ankle weeks ago,” Erwin treads carefully. “You didn’t want to see her step down-”

“Like I did? You don’t have to say it.” Levi says, his nose twitching just from saying it out loud. “She doesn’t need me to get to Worlds, she did it just fine the first time.” 

“She knows that, she wants to take you with her.” Erwin reminds him, leaning forward and placing his arms on the desk “I think you’re ready.”

Levi let out a low sigh, squeezing his eyes shut. “You know what they’ll say about me. I’ll be this year's shining spectacle.”

“Who cares what they say? You’ll be there for her.”

“I’d be on the sidelines, if something goes wrong there's nothing I can do. It’s different this time, Erwin.” Levi’s voice is just above a whisper. There it was. A small shred of the truth came through his excuses, and he knew all too well that Erwin was going to grab onto it. He always does. 

“Under you, nothing is going to happen.” Erwin comforts. “Even I can promise that.” 

“I thought the same under my coach.” Levi sighed, brushing his fingers underneath his eye over the healed scar. “You can’t promise that.” Erwin sits in silence for another few seconds, taking in everything Levi said. 

“She reminds you of her, doesn’t she?” 

“I didn’t come here to talk about that.” Levi scowls. 

“No, you came here hoping I’d agree with your choice about refusing to be her coach. I don’t.” Levi closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose, closing himself from Erwin’s gaze. The only way he’d be able to say it. 

“She does. Is that what you want to hear? I saw the news and it killed me. When I got the call she had already shut herself out, not improving at the rate required to get back out there. It would have crushed her to try, I needed to step in.”  

“Sounds more like somebody else I know.” Rarely does he see Levi like this and he knows just how hard it is for him to talk about anything surrounding his accident. “I know you want to do this. You’re skating with her, I’ve seen it. You’re ready.” 

“I’ll think about it.” Levi sighs, letting his shoulders drop from their previously tense posture. He takes in what Erwin says, and to his surprise it strikes a chord in him. He watches Erwin sit back, an almost triumphant expression on his face.

“Good,” he breathes out and gets up from his seat. “Let's go. We’re taking an early day.” 

“That’s not necessary, Erwin.” Levi says as he rises out of his own seat.

“What? And let you go home like this?” Erwin shakes his head. “I’d be back on the phone with you within the next hour if I did.” Levi stares at him for a moment as if to argue against it again, then just nods as he makes his way to the door. Just as he starts to twist the door handle, he stops him before he can pull the door open. Walking across the room, he pulls a zip up hoodie down from the coat hanger in the corner of the room before approaching Levi again and draping it over his shoulder. 

Levi pulls the fabric down and studies it, running his thumb over the soft plush of the hood. A small smile spreads across his lips before pulling it on and making his way out with Erwin. 

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An inviting herbal scent fills the air in Levi’s office, complemented nicely with a warm room temperature. While outside it’s quite hot around this time of June, the center is pretty consistently freezing; especially the ice rink. The printer whirls behind Levi’s office chair while he leans back with his arms stretched out to catch the papers as they slide out. He gathers them together, tapping them once on the desk before flipping open your file and placing them at the back. The start of your fifth week means you’re more than halfway through your estimated treatment plan with Levi. 

Levi spins the folder around so it’s facing you and scoots his chair in to lean over it, using his pen to point out specific milestones you have reached. “I think we should change our Wednesdays to off ice days for the remainder of our sessions.” He mentions as he flips through the pages. “Keep Mondays and Fridays as our rink days. Sound alright?” You nod in agreement, following Levi's pen as he goes through a loose schedule of goals he wants to reach over the next couple of weeks. 

“Sign here, then we can head down.” He double taps the signature line. “Oh, and you might want to think about reaching out to Tarasov again if you’re serious about getting involved once skating season begins.” 

You hadn’t considered how fast the time has gone by. Skating season starts in July and your sessions with Levi are on route to wrap up in just a few weeks. You should be happy, everything you worked for is starting to pay off and soon enough you’ll be working on getting back into competitions. Bit by bit all of your goals are being met, so why does your heart ache for more time? 

“You coming, or did you want to spend today’s session staring at my desk?” Levi asks. You’re not sure how long you went without responding to him. 

Your mind is elsewhere for the beginning of today’s session while you did your warm up basics, up until you had no choice but to put all of your mental energy into your target goal for today. Levi has you do Waltz jumps until you could do them with your eyes closed. By the time you move onto spins for the rest of your time, you think if you had to do another waltz you’d pull the hair out of your head. That’s the thing about Levi, he understands when something’s too much to handle but once he’s sure you can do it he’s not so easy on you. Funnily enough it’s one of your favorite things about him, and one of the leading reasons you can say you're making progress. He won't let you give up. 

***

On Wednesday you show up early again to watch Levi skate. Even though you know you won't be on the ice today, it’s still nice to be around it. Your fear of being turned away fades when he sees you standing at the boards and continues on with his routine anyways. Erwin shows up shortly after you and stands to your left. You can't help but be curious about him. He and Levi seem close, in fact you’ve never really seen Levi talk to anyone casually outside of erwin. 

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to start talking, neither of you taking your eyes off Levi. You learn that Erwin is a personal trainer based in the basketball wing of Sina, though he takes clients of any sport. He met Levi seven years ago when he first started working here because surprisingly enough, he’s a huge fan of ice sports. Soon you come to find that Erwin and Levi are a lot closer than you originally assumed. They even hangout outside of work too, though as Erwin put it, “it took some convincing.” With how reluctant Levi is to open up, you believe that. 

Levi finishes off with three consecutive jumps before gliding off towards the rink’s exit to get out of his skates.

“He adds one member to the audience and suddenly pulls out the big moves. Show off.” Erwin huffs out a laugh and thanks you for the pleasant conversation before turning and heading off.

Off-ice starts off as it usually would, stretches, ankle exercises, balance board, and spinners. Somewhere down the line you and Levi were practicing throws again. You don't know how it happened but you don’t care. It’s productive because it still helps you build back the skill of landing on your ankle and get used to the feeling of air time again. You slowly work on adding more rotations before landing and eventually Levi feels more comfortable throwing you higher. 

You dont think you’ll ever get tired of the feeling of Levi’s hands on you. It feels safe, he makes you feel light. No matter what, you're confident Levi would never put you at risk for another injury. There's no wiggle room in competitive figure skating. Everything has its order, but it doesn't feel that way with him. In a way you almost feel like he sets you free from that mindset. Even if it’s only for a small chunk of time each session. The following week, it’s now just an unspoken part of your routine.

***

You quickly learn that time is not a generous thing, the whole next week of sessions goes by much faster than you expected. You blame this on the fact that the more you worked with Levi the better you were getting. Once you started to get a handle on skating again after so much time off the ice it started to become more fun rather than something you needed to do to heal.

Every day that week, you showed up to watch Levi skate before your sessions. When you weren’t completely mesmerized by him, you took the opportunity to watch his form in real time rather than how he would present it to you during therapy. You think that helped you get things down as quickly as you are. 

This week marks the beginning of your last two weeks with Levi, and it’s all that you think about. That’s only six more sessions, two of which aren’t even on the ice. It’s not that you didn't think you were ready, no, you know you are. Levi has talked enough sense into you the last couple weeks to have you sure of that, paired with your progress he showed you in your file. It’s clear that you are recovering and building your skill back to how it was before your accident. It was scary to think about doing this without Levi, you still haven’t taken his advice on reaching out to your old coach. The second you do that it will just feel that much more real. You know how irresponsible it is to put off too, which only made it worse. 

Monday you show up to watch Levi skate as usual, quickly noticing that Erwin isn’t here. When he sees you he skates over to the board to greet you, which he usually doesn’t do. When he meets you at the boards he’s quiet for a moment, you can’t quite read the subtle expression on his face. 

“Do you want to come out here with me?” He asks, his question throwing you off a little.

“What, like early?” You ask. 

“No,” he pauses, brows furrowed lightly. Is he nervous? “To skate.” 

“You want me to skate with you?” 

“That’s what I said. Hurry up before I change my mind.” He says, pushing off the boards and skating off. That’s all you needed to hear. You pick up your bag and rush over to the bench to put your skates on, triple checking the laces before going out onto the ice with him. 

Levi meets up with you in the middle of the rink where you stand. “What should I do?” you ask, feeling lost without your usual directions. 

“Whatever you want.” Levi says “Don’t you ever skate for fun?”

You think about it, and you can honestly say that you don't. You haven’t since your accident and even before you can’t think of the last time you went ice skating for anything other than to maintain or improve your skill. “No.” You shake your head lightly. 

“Ah,” Levi hums “explains why you’re so damn hard on yourself. You know you should kind of enjoy this right?” His words sink deep, he’s right. You watch him as he zips off, all you can think to do is bits of your program from Nationals. You take out more of the extreme moves knowing Levi wouldn’t want you doing anything you haven’t worked much on during your sessions together. 

It’s slow, it’s choppy, but you landed everything you attempted. You stayed balanced on your ankle every time you tried, but it’s so hard to be reminded that it’s not the same. Thoughts creep in swiftly. How could you ever compete again? Especially when even after all the improvement you couldn’t even stitch together a smooth program. 

“It’s almost like you don’t need me anymore.” Levi comments as he meets back up with you. You wouldn’t say it outloud to him, but it only made you feel worse. It seems like Levi knows you more than you give him credit for. He doesn’t expand on that thought, but instead he asks if you want to try one with him. 

You agree, it would make it fun just like the throws you practice. Levi gives you a sequence that’s easy to follow and of course only includes two of the simpler jumps the two of you have worked on together as of recently. Essentially this is a pairs program, which is entirely new to you. 

Levi counts the two of you down to start off together, pushing off in sync you go through the motions with him. He starts off with his hand hovering over your lower back behind you, making sure you stay in line with him. Only when he’s sure you can stay in your path does he pull his hand back, allowing the two of you to go off into your first harmonized spin and jump combo.

After going through the routine two more times it’s almost flawless, even you could tell. You lean over with your hands on your knees “Do you want to try that throw?” You asked through labored breaths, though you were half joking. Levi won’t even entertain it. 

“Absolutely not. You need a break anyways.” You catch your breath by the boards with Levi standing across from you, seemingly unphased by the repeated routine the two of you just did. 

“Have you ever had Erwin come out here with you?” 

“Tried. He says he doesn’t want to become one of my clients.” 

You laugh before taking a drink from your water bottle and setting it back down on the ledge. You find yourself thinking over your routine with Levi again, and his words from earlier. You should be having fun skating and it was clear Levi did so you wonder.

“Do you ever miss competing?” You ask him, nervous that he may not appreciate the question.

“Every day.” His answer was not hesitant this time.

“You should get back into it.” You say softly.

“I can’t.” He replies and you can see by the look on his face it’s hard for him to talk about this. He’s being short, but not unwilling. 

“Are you kidding? Levi, you’re incredible out there.” Your expression softens as you try to be hopeful, maybe he just needs to hear it from someone. 

“That’s not my life anymore.” Out of all the weeks you’ve known him, you’ve never heard him sound so sad. Levi anxiously pulls at the hem of his sleeve before pulling it up and checking his watch “It’s time to start our session.” 

You ease off it, watching as he moves to skate towards the center of the rink. For the first time you don’t look forward to your session, the more you complete the more it dawns on you; your time with Levi is almost up.

That’s when it hits you

An idea.

***

Nervous is an understatement. Honestly, you felt like you were driving yourself crazy. When you came up with this idea, you thought it through a million times. It’s the scariest thing because if it doesn’t work out you’re screwed. You couldn’t keep it to yourself, you needed advice, and who better to ask than your best friend. 

Mikasa shows up around seven, prepared for your agreed upon sleepover plans made on Monday night with a set of comfy clothes and carry out from your favorite restaurant for dinner. When she let you know Friday night works for her you were thankful the weeks were going by so fast. You let her in and head straight to the couch, where you enjoy the meal while you start the first episode of a new series. 

“Well,” Mikasa hums when the two of you mutually decide to take a break from the show. “you’ve been awfully quiet about how it’s going in therapy.” 

You smile over at her, turning your body to face her. “Honestly? It was tough at first, I’m not going to lie. It’s a lot better now.” 

“So Levi didn’t scare you off then?” She jokes. “He won’t tell me anything, says you’re a client like any other so,” she trails off. 

“The opposite actually. He's,” You pause for a moment, breaking your eye contact with Mikasa. “He’s amazing. There’s no way I could have made any of the progress I have without him.” You tell her everything. Your progress in physical therapy, the clever ways Levi challenged your anxiety, even the throws and skating together before your sessions; another thing that became an unspoken addition to your routines with Levi. 

“He even opened up a little bit here and there about some of the things he struggled with after his injury.” You mention, and Mikasa’s eyes shoot open. Genuine shock taking over her expression. 

“Really?” She breathes.

“Just a little.” You say, shrugging. “I don’t know much, just that it seemed hard. I can’t even imagine.” 

Mikasa takes a minute to think about how to respond. “We didn’t see him for over a year. He skipped birthdays, holidays. His mom was sick over it for so long.” Mikasa gets quiet again. “He wasn’t the same for a long time, to this day he won’t speak about it.” It was difficult to hear, but made you wonder why Levi was so different around you. Why would he be more willing to answer your questions over his own family? You were scared more than ever now to bring up the idea you’ve been holding in the whole night.

“It sounds like he really likes you.” Mikasa says. “Seems like he found a friend in you.” It sounds silly, even coming from Mikasa. At the end of the day you aren’t oblivious to the fact that you’re a client of Levi’s, not a friend. As much as you wanted to push back you had more pressing matters on your mind. 

“Can I ask you something?” You brace yourself for the words that are about to come out of your mouth. 

“Sure,” Mikasa says softly.

“It might sound crazy,” You begin nervously. “I was thinking about asking him to be my coach after therapy is finished. It’s a shot in the dark, but I know I can do it with him.” You can’t help but feel like along with advice, you’re also asking for her blessing.

“I think that’s a great idea.” A warm smile spreads across Mikasa’s face, her eyes lighting up.

***

A long sigh escaped your lips as you plop down on the bench, your whole body surging with ache. Levi had chosen the last week of sessions to work on the more advanced jumps and spins. It was more so to make sure he could send you off to your coach confident that you knew what you were doing, and that you would be able to build your skill back up while training for competitions. 

Levi approaches you after he takes his own skates off, bumping your skate with his shoe to get your attention “What’s going on with you.” His tone laced with concern. 

“Huh?” You pick your head up, your confusion painted clearly across your face. 

“Something’s on your mind. This isn’t the week to lose focus.” He says plainly. 

You shake your head, turning your gaze back down and directing your attention back on getting your skates off so there was no chance for him to read your facial expression. Proving him right. “Everything’s fine Levi,” You try to assure him. The truth is, you were trying to wait until the last day to ask him. That way if it went badly you’d never have to face him again. Part of you didn’t even know why you were so worried about it. You set your skate on your lap, dragging a cloth across the blade to dry it before putting it away.

“The past four sessions you’ve been somewhere else. Today you barely even spoke.” His words cut through your chest, you forget how observant he is sometimes. “This is the most important part, I can’t release you unprepared.” 

“I didn’t fall once today.” You point out, in fact your session today felt a lot like your regular training. Just practicing to maintain. 

“You know that’s not what I meant.” Levi says. “Don’t tell me you’re second guessing about getting back into competitive skating.” 

You zip your bag up after dropping your other skate inside, whipping your attention back up at Levi. “No! Of course not.” You assure. Just looking at him hurts a little, you start to doubt your plan. It would uplift his whole career to take you under his wing, it almost felt selfish. You should be able to do this with Tarasov. Hell, she got you to Worlds the first time. You know reaching out to her this late would earn you being scolded for waiting until the last second. 

Levi’s knit eyebrows relax and he drops his shoulders, visibly relieved. He stands there for a moment before letting out a sigh and giving up. “Fine, come back on Wednesday more sharp.” He turns around and heads off towards the door, picking up his own skate bag as he walks past it. Panic rises to the surface, you wish you could yell out to him, tell him you don’t want to have to do this with anyone other than him. In an instant you decide that you can do just that. You stand up and grab your bag, haphazardly stuffing your feet into your shoes before taking off after him. Your bag swishes behind you every time your shoes hit the ground 

“Levi!” You don’t mean to shout so close behind him. He flinches when you grab his shoulder to stop him, causing him to turn and face you. “I lied, sorry.” you start. 

“Alright. So what is it?” Levi says, one eyebrow raised as he tenses up slightly under your light grasp. 

“Hear me out, okay?” You bite your lip, waiting for his confirmation and continuing when he tilts his head slightly. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot- the whole week actually. I think I’ve made so much progress with you, and I know this is our last week,” You aren’t holding back, and no matter how much your body screams to do so you don’t look away from him. “And I don’t need an answer right away, it’s sort of a big deal so-“ 

“Spit it out.” He cuts you off, his puzzled look now replaced with one of nervousness, eyes wide as he looks directly into your eyes. 

“Levi, please will you be my coach?” You say it, finally able to catch your breath from the combination of sprinting after Levi and rambling with no breaths in between. “Like my real coach, after we finish therapy.” 

Levi stares at you, his jaw slack. He almost looked.. appalled? You wish you knew exactly what’s going through his mind. 

“I know it’s a huge request, like I said. Think about it.” You try. “I think we could take gold, really-“ 

“No.” Levi turns his head, squeezing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth. Like he is physically unable to look at you. Time stands still, this is by far the worst case scenario that you feared. 

“Wait..” You say in a hushed tone. 

“The answer’s no.” He confirms, lips parted slightly like he wants to say more but nothing comes out. He takes a step back. “Just..I’ll see you Wednesday.” With that he turns completely and walks out, leaving you behind.

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