#aot rivetra

ALSKJDHF AYE I GOT YOU FAM! It’s short but I hope it’ll do!

 Most people in town didn’t mind the lockdown. The streets were quiet during the day for the first time in years, they got to work in the comfort of they own home or didn’t have to work at all. The perfect opportunity to pick up a new hobby. Or that’s what Hanji had said over the phone while Petra desperately tried to get in contact with people in the outside world.

Yes, she had Levi nervously roaming around in her living room, but during these times he only frustrated her. After she woke up with a cold two days ago, he has been cleaning the house viciously and she wasn’t sure if he even stopped at night.

That in itself would’ve been okay, it’s nothing new. Whenever one of them got sick, he would clean pretty much everything to “get the germs out”. However, what wasn’t okay was that he has been keeping a distance of at least three feet, was wearing disposable gloves, masks and was basically completely covered, with an exception for his eyes and above all, didn’t want to sleep in their bed anymore.

She wasn’t feeling well and craving his physical affection. There weren’t any quick embraces, casual “accidental” brushing against each other’s hand nor the hand that casually rested on her knee when they sat together. Actually, they weren’t sitting together at all.

She lifted her feet while Levi was trying to get the vacuum cleaner under their couch.

‘Say-’

‘Go back to bed.’

Ah yes, what a poetic boyfriend he was.

Instead of obeying, she let herself sink into the couch while trying to suppress a coughing fit. When this didn’t work, she saw Levi staring her down from the corner of her eyes and dragged herself back to their bedroom, as he asked. Oh sorry no, as he ordered. 

The room was dark and warm which made it hard to breathe. As soon as the high temperature hit her face, her nose decided to clog up, forcing her to resort to her mouth, which wouldn’t have been that big off a deal if her throat wasn’t already drier than old bread. She made herself fall down on the bed, at this point everything she did would make her feel like she was burning up, so there was no point in avoiding it.

She already tried to open a window yesterday, only to get yelled at by the man of the house since it’s been said that heat killed the virus. Although she doubted if she caught it to begin with. For her, this felt like a common cold, maybe even an allergic reaction. Everything was heavy and everything was exhausting, even breathing felt like a task.

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She couldn’t remember when she fell asleep or for how long she has been sleeping. What she did know, was that she had a lot of coughing fits in her sleep, due to the raw and stinging sensation in her throat. As she tried to sit up and noticed her clothes sticking to her body she groaned, desperate for a shower, only to get attacked by another group of coughs.

‘You sound like a dying dog.’ With his ridiculous outfit still on, Levi made his way to their bed, placed a strip of tablets and a glass of water on her nightstand before looking at her at her. ‘Well shit, you look awful.’

She probably did. She knew she did. But she was so exhausted from everything and felt so disgusting with the sweat dripping down her neck, she couldn’t help but tear up, although the sneeze that has been stuck in her nose for a minute was contributing to her tear flow.

He sat down on the bed beside her, running his gloved fingers through her bangs. ‘There’s no need to cry about it.’ It felt gross. She already felt gross to begin with, the thin layer of latex sticking to her damp forehead didn’t feel refreshing at all. But damn did she crave that touch.

'I am gross and I feel gross and I know that I’m gross and everything is gross and you telling me that I’m gross and keeping your distance from me and not touching me doesn’t help at all.’ Her voice was raspy and barely audible while she just spit every word out in one breath. He handed her a tissue, since her nose started to drip from all the crying as well.

He wasn’t that great of a caretaker like Petra. When he got sick, she would try to always be ready to take proper care of him. Changing the bedsheets every day, making healthy meals, be sure he took the meds that were necessary to get better and more. He never asked her to, he could take care of himself just fine, and yet she always did.

Meanwhile, when something happened to her, all panic breaks loose. Especially during times like these, where the whole world and it’s activities seem to have stopped to prevent people from getting sick. And of course, she had to catch it, he felt like he failed her. Like he wasn’t cautious enough, didn’t clean enough, like he just didn’t do enough. But in his panic, he forgot she needs some love too.

He sighed, placed a kiss on her forehead (through his maks of course because that’s the peak of pandemic romance) and said; 'Let’s get you under a cold shower then, I’ll change the sheets.’

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After doing so, she entered their living room with clean clothes and wet hair. 'That’s exactly why you got sick.’ Levi nod at her hair while he spoke. She ignored him and sat down on the couch again, trying to dry her hair with her towel while Levi, to her surprise, sat next to her after placing a tray on the salon table.

'I made tea with honey.’  Levi didn’t have to courage to take anything off, he still wore his face mask and latex gloves, as long as he replaced them with new once every fifteen minutes it should be fine. 'For your throat.’ He explained after a few seconds of silence, unsure what to do now since he wasn’t cleaning and told himself not to for at least a while. Okay, an hour maybe, he finally had time off and wanted to use it to be as productive in the house as he could. But having some time off to take care of his loved one couldn’t hurt.

L: He’s a brat who needs discipline. Petra spoils him rotten for some unknown reason.

P: Yes!

“It’s good! Not much has changed before we started dating… Well besides the fact that we’re more intimate now (obviously).”

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