Levi's s/o taking a pottery class just to make him a teacup that's the ugliest one he's ever seen?? AAAAHHH. Someone needs to write this. This is so adorable beyond comprehension -🌺
i just had to write a little blurb here u go:
It had definitely looked better when it was still wet clay.
But even now, fresh out of the kiln, you were proud of it and very ready to give it to Levi.
The teacup was uneven and the bottom had chipped a little, but it was still damn good for your first attempt, if you said so yourself.
You were planning on wrapping it up and leaving it as a surprise on his desk, but those plans went out the window as you heard his door open and shut behind you.
“What are you doing here?” The question wasn’t rude, just curious, and you turned to face your lover with bright eyes, hiding your newly made teacup behind your back.
“I have something for you,” you announced with a beaming smile, and immediately, Levi looked skeptical. “Close your eyes!”
He reluctantly did so, muttering something about how it better be good, and you slowly stepped forward.
“Put your hands out.”
He was even more skeptical after that, a frown playing on his face, and his hands remained firmly at his side.
“It’s not alive, is it?”
“No,” you scoffed, pleased when Levi’s hands slowly came forward. You clucked your tongue in dismay when you saw one eye crack open, and gave him a frown. “And no peeking. It’s nothing crazy.”
Once his eyes were closed and his hands were out, you gingerly placed the teacup in his hands, careful with it until you felt that he had a good grip on it.
“Okay, you can look!”
Levi’s eyes shot open, his face blank as he examined the teacup in his hands, if he could even call it that.
“You made this did, didn’t you?” he asked, and you confirmed with a nod. “I can tell.”
He turned it this way and that, eyes catching his name engraved underneath, and then he finally met your slightly nervous gaze.
“Do you like it?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.
It was the most hideous teacup Levi had ever seen, truthfully. The paint was splotchy, and the overall shape of the cup wasn’t consistent at all. He definitely owned much nicer ones.
But he loved it. And it was instantly his new favorite teacup.
“Of course I like it,” he told you, eyes softer when he saw the way you smiled. “I’ll go make us some tea.”
It wasn’t lost on you that he almost always used his custom teacup from then on.