(Yakuza!Levi x Officer!Reader) Games (CH 1)

(NOTE: Yes thank you friends please stop bantering me about it okay I'm working on it!!! Jk, I'm glad you all like the idea of this. I thought I should've canned it at first... ALSO! READ THE TEASER FIRST TO UNDERSTAND!) 

CHAPTER 1: Sweaty Palms, Open Hearts 

You threw more jabs and punches at the punching bag, almost tearing at its seams. It was worn out, and if you put anymore force into your attacks, it would probably snap and collapse to the floor. 

Coming to a halt, you stood there panting, wiping the sweat off of your brow with a towel you retrieved from the bench. Taking a seat against the wall, you gulped down an energy drink and felt a presence approach you. 

"No, I don't want to buy steroids," you muttered, not bothering to look up. There were too many pesky dealers around here, and you would have arrested them on the spot... Well, if you were an officer. 

You were only 16, a black belt in martial arts. You could snap a few bones or even critically injure someone with your bare hands. Though, your appearance didn't really make you intimidating one bit. (Well, until they saw the 4-pack beneath your shirt.) 

You had (H/C) hair along with (E/C) eyes, both shining with integrity and determination, and full of mystery. 

Due to that, it was probably why you received so many confessions, despite you being the overpowered student council president. 

Long story short, you were a sophisticated person as a teen, and even more so dangerous than people expected. 

"I'm not here to deal you anything, dumbass," the boy said, taking a seat beside you. "Just saw you beat the shit out of the punching bag though. Something on your mind?" 

Levi Ackerman, Vice President of Recon High, neat freak, short, same sassy attitude, and last but not least, your boyfriend of 4 years. 

"I can't punch a punching bag without beating the shit out of it, Levi," you sighed, turning to look at your also sweaty boyfriend. "Cardio?" 

He nodded, swiping up your energy drink that sat between the two of you and gulped down the rest. "You have a point there, love." 

"..." You flushed a deep red, though not noticeable through the redness of your cheeks from the workout. 

"Huh. You're cute when you're embarrassed," he smiled, stretching out his calves. "I've been dating you for 4 years. Don't think I can't see through your sweat." 

"... That's kind of gross and weird, Levi." 

"Whateverrr." 

On the day of graduation, he treated you to dinner with some of your closest friends, to celebrate the fact that all of you were going to be heading to college. 

Well, so you thought.

You and Levi stood outside on the fancy restaurant's balcony, staring down at the passing people and gazing at the stars that twinkled in the distance. 

"So, what did you call me out here for?" You asked, shivering. "It's a bit too cold to talk out here." 

He removed his overcoat and placed it on your shoulders, followed by a deep sigh. 

"I'm not going to college." 

"You... You're joking, right? This is some bad--" The serious look that Levi usually made during student council meetings was now staring at you, staring through you. You knew he wasn't bluffing. Maybe you should stop acting so delusional. 

"I'm going to be moving as well. And I don't think we should keep in contact, it would just be nuisance for my subordinates and I," he added to your aching sadness. "So our time is up." 

Letting his jacket slip to the floor, not caring about how angry he'd be about how dirty the floor is, you turned to face him, fingers digging into the side rails, face full of anger. 

"You talk like this is a video game. Our 4 years were just 4 levels, and I've lost to the final boss. Who would've known?" 

By now you were crying, the tears streaming down your face and dripping down to stain your (F/C) dress, that fluttered in the slight breeze. 

"I'm sorry." 

"No, you're not!" You cursed back, turning your back to him. "... I hope you live a good life, Levi." 

"You know, it's just as painful for me. I'm going to miss you, love." 

That nickname. 

Stop it, Levi. 

"No you won't," you concluded, stepping back into the warm, loud room. "... And don't call me 'love'." 

Levi smirked at you as you stared back up at him in horror, and in a rush, you finally found the strength to kick him off. 

"You god damn criminal..." You trailed off, wincing at the pain you felt in your bleeding arm. "So you broke up with me and ran away to join the Yakuza? Are you even sane?" 

"Yes and yes," he scoffed, brushing off the non-existent dirt that littered his stomach. "But I kept one promise, you know." 

"What is that, you little shit?" You sighed, glaring at him through your palm. 

Your head was throbbing from the blood loss and the blood still dripped down your cuts. 

Levi stared at you as if you were a meal. 

"I never stopped missing you, love." His voice was softer than before, and for a second, you saw your cranky up-tight ex-boyfriend behind those cold steel eyes. 

He seated himself beside you and leaned in to kiss you harshly, ignoring your thrashes and complains, devouring them with each kiss. 

"You belong to me. And nothing you do will make me change my mind. Unless..." He brought the gun from earlier to your temple and smiled. "You want another go at Russian Roulette?" 

You were an officer, and you knew damn well what a loaded gun smelled and looked like. 

And that thing was sure as hell loaded. 

"... I'll play your game, Levi. I've played it before," you sighed, pushing his hand away from your temple, removing the gun from his hand and kicking it across the room. "But why don't we change the rules up?" 

"... Heh."