✰ Levi trying to flirt headcanons ✰
He'll glare extra hard at you. Those steel grey eyes digging into your back when you train, spar, clean, eat. Watching, mesmerised, the way you move with such assuredness, such strength, muscles rippling beneath your uniform, the way you execute titan kills with such perfection that it might as well be an artform. Hange calls him a pervert, but Levi calls it observing. Appreciating. In his own silent way.
He'll always make sure to give you extra cleaning duties. He doesn't really know how else to talk to you, if it's not to give you orders. Besides, he can't deny how damn hot you look with sleeves rolled up to your elbows, brows furrowed and biting your lip as you meticulously scrub stains from the dining table, only leaving sparkling clean surfaces in your wake.
He'll stand awkwardly close to you whenever he has the chance. Trying not to make it too damn obvious that he's secretly sniffing your scent. You just smell so fucking good. Clean, like the soap provided as part of the monthly allowance from the Survey Corps, but also faintly of metal and gunpowder, testament to your time in the military. And so fucking sweet. He always walks away drunk after such an encounter.
He'll never go easy on you when you spar. That would just be to insult you. No, instead, he gives it his all. Because you deserve his all. He wants to give you his all. That might mean that you lose every damn time and end up pinned beneath him, breathless and writhing as you try to push him off. And before anyone asks, then no, that's not one of the reasons why he doesn't go easy on you. Not at all.
He'll always make sure to provide you with anything you need. But God forbid that you ever find out it's him. He won't ask. Somehow, he just knows. Maybe, from all that glaring. He notices you shivering? Next thing, a warm cloak is draped over your shoulders, its owner gone like a shadow in the night as soon as you lift your head to see who it is. He notices you cough during breakfast? He'll leave steaming mugs of tea, made with the precious dairy and honey only available to the higher-ups in the military, outside your room at headquarters. With just a knock on your door to alert you of his gift even if the sender himself is gone as soon as you open it. He notices the way your ODM gear whirs and complains from lack of oiling? He'll clean it for you, oil it, polish it, until it's so silent and shiny that you could hang it on your wall to use as a mirror. And you'll never know how you fell asleep one night after a gruelling training session, only to wake up the next day with your ODM gear propped against the wall exactly where you placed it the night before, but somehow magically fixed.
If someone asks how he feels about you, he'll deny it. Without second thought. "It wasn't you I saw coming out of their room last night, right?" No. "Admit it, you think they look hot when you're sparring, right?" Tch, no. "Aww, did I just see you smile at them? Did I? Did I?" No, for fuck's sake. "You're sure you don't have a thing for them?" No. And Levi doesn't even realise what he just admitted until much later, when he sees Four-Eyes whispering something in your ear and your eyes widen with shock, just before they seek his across the training grounds, your cheeks flushing a pretty pink. Tch. Why do you have to look so damn cute??
lmaoo these were originally inspired by the quote I put in my Levi moodbard (Love language: Glaring), and then the snowball rolled from there😂😂 And I promise, he's not a pervert, just...emotionally constipated...
