"Uh.. can you guys stop staring at each other ? This is not what I'm looking forward to."

(Y/n) shifts uncomfortably on her feet as she glances back and forth between Levi and Porco who appear to be having an intense glaring contest. They're only inches away from ripping each other's throat. Levi is the first one to notice (Y/n), "why don't we have this conversation elsewhere ? I prepared a suite at our resorts nearby."

"We're fine, rich boy. You told me not to worry about you two, but I don't think I can. Because you're from a different class to ours," Porco spat, "That's why I'm not so comfortable about this, about you suddenly turning up here."

The woman gasps, "Pock- Aren't you being a bit rude-"

"You said you were hungry, come on. Let's go for lunch." The blonde man links his hands with Falco and (Y/n), about to drag them away. But then Levi began to speak again.

"Then why don't we all go for lunch ? I booked the finest restaurant around here."

Porco furiously shook his head, "Nope. We're fine. We already have a reservation too."

"Then let me join you brats."

Falco's head snapped towards Levi's direction, "you'll really join us, sir ?" To which the boy received a firm nod from the vice president.

"I have a bad feeling about this..."

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[All You Can Eat - Marinated Pork Belly]

"You seem... shocked, Mr. Ackerman." (Y/n) nudges her boyfriend's shoulder softly, taking a look of his face as the four of them enter a humble restaurant near the beach.

"Is it because it's only $19.90 per person when it's unlimited ?" Falco inquired.

Levi nods a little, looking around the small restaurant, "Yes. I can't believe they still make a profit-"

"It's called quick-return," (Y/n) cuts him off, "They keep the costs low and the sales volume high. We've encountered a contract with a beverage business that has the same method."

"Oi you. I'm not sure whether these cheap pork belly will suit your luxurious palate. Because I bet you only had top quality ones until now. If this is too uncomfortable for a rich boy like you, you may leave. The door is always open." Porco jerks his head to the exit door.

(Y/n) tugs on his sleeve, "Mr. Ackerman," she whispers, "I think you should just go back."

"No. I'm going to have those marinated pork belly as much as I can to prove that asshole wrong." He said in a determined voice.

------ A few minutes later -------

The tension between the four is quite predictable. With a layer of paper apron clad on top of their clothing. To break the shitty tension, Levi decides to gulp down a glass of water. As he puts down his now empty cup, (Y/n) automatically reaches for a jug of water and refills his cup. It's a habit from her job. "No need to do that, Ms.(L/n) ."

"You're dating and you still call her Ms.(L/n)?" Porco stares at Levi in disbelief before turning to (Y/n), "and you call him Mr. Ackerman ?"

(Y/n) gulped down her nervousness, "I think, that's for us to decide, Pock."

"Hey Falco, pass me another portion right there," Porco burped a little as he attempted to change the topic of the conversation, "jeez it's been a while since I can eat this much." Falco then hands the man his extra portion.

A frown appears on Levi's face, he then leans towards his girlfriend, who's sitting beside him, "why is he eating when he's already full ?"

"To get our money's worth."

Levi turns his head because Porco has just taken the lead to answer Levi's question, "might as well as eat more for the same price, rich boy. Oh.. that's right !" Porco squinted his eyes at the vice president, "I guess you'd never understand the feeling of wanting to get your money's worth, even if it means eating until you burst your stomach."

"I do."

Sweat begins to trickle down (Y/n 's forehead as she awaits her boyfriend's remarks.

"Ever heard of the saying 'The have's are worse' ? That'll be me. I'm going to get more than my money's worth today. Also, ever since I was a child, I was raised in an environment where every piece of food is precious. So don't underestimate me, brat."

With that, Levi begins to fill his plate with various dishes on the table as well as some veggies. Hell, the man doesn't even put down his utensils for a second, just to prove Porco wrong. Levi eats with both hands, shoving pieces of pork belly into his mouth and chug down some water every once in a while. On the other hand, (Y/n) looks at him with concern written on her face. He's not the type to eat this much in one go.

"Hey you over there !!"

The whole people in the restaurant turn their heads towards where the chef points his finger at. Levi.

"Is this your last day eating marinated pork belly, ever ? You're almost risking your life there by eating all of them, young man !"

(Y/n) grasped his arm softly, "you can stop now. You've eaten more than your money's worth- Mr. Ackerman ??"

The feeling of worry in (Y/n) grows even more when she sees her boss clasping a hand over his mouth while inhaling sharply. His face becomes even paler than usual. Levi's hands find their way to (Y/n)'s thigh under the table, his fingertips trace the message he wants to say on her tender skin.

'I don't feel so good.'

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He found himself groaning as (Y/n) rubs her hand on his back in a soothing way, the both sit on a bench just outside the inn that (Y/n) will be staying at. The woman even went all the length to ask for a cup of tea from the restaurant's owner, tea is one of many ways to make this man calm down. A wave of nausea hits him once again.

"Don't tell me you have indigestion ?" She said.

Levi rolls his eyes, "Tch. I don't. Tell that to Jean instead, he eats grass nearly every single day."

"Anyways, since we're done, why don't you go-"

Her words are cut off when a certain someone plops a sedge hat on (Y/n) 's head, "come on, it's time. Just leave this CEO alone, (Y/n). Me and Falco are ready." She turns around to see Porco and Falco dressed in different clothes. They're wearing a pair of short pants and a baggy shirt with their sleeves rolled up to the elbow.

"What's with your shitty fashion ?"

"Mr. Ackerman !" (Y/n) half whispers, slapping his arm a little, "we're going digging for clams. Every year we always dig them up and eat them later."

"What ? Why force labor onto yourself when you're here on holiday ?"

Porco scoffed, "Well, what would you know, when you've got all the chefs cooking up all the freshest ingredients. You'd never understand why we go digging for clams. It's because we want fresh clam noodles !" He then averts his gaze to (Y/n), "see ? This is why I said he's from a different class-"

"Then let me join you for this clam-digging thingy," Levi exclaims.

"Forget it," the blonde sneers, "you probably only walked on the red carpet ever since you were born into this world. You think you can handle a mudflat ?"

Mud flat.. Levi almost gagged at the thought of it. As a clean freak, he's truly disgusted.

"As long as it's for Ms.(L/n) , be it a mud flat or a thorny path, I'll do it." The vice president unfastened his necktie a little and tugged on his collar. He then pulls (Y/n) by the waist in order to show his sincerity.

'God.. Have mercy for my boyfriend..'

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The breeze of the sea hit their nostrils as they crouch together to dig some clams within the muddy soil.

"Auntie, is your boss coming or not ?"

"Why did he bluff, if he wasn't confident ?" Porco snarls as he scavenges through the layers of mud to pick some hidden clams.

(Y/n) exhales, "Pock ! Aren't you being too harsh on him ? I know you're in shock because he suddenly turned up to announce that we're going out, but I think you've crossed the line."

"Hey, I was only worried about you-"

"I said there's no need to worry !" She almost snapped at her best friend, "Mr. Ackerman isn't the person you think he is. He protects me when I get scared and always looks out for me. You know nothing about him- Falco, what are you looking at ?"

The light brown haired boy points his finger at a certain direction. Almost immediately, their jaws drop to the ground.

A 5'3 tall vice president is walking towards them with a big ass spading garden fork tool in his hand. He's clad in a grey long sleeved shirt, black trousers, a dark green gardening apron, and brown boots. Plus a pair of gloves that reach his elbows. To top it off, he wears a black sports sun visor hat. It is clear that Levi Ackerman refuses to have any speck of mud sticking on him, considering that he covers 90% of his body. The only part of skin that he reveals is only his face. His grumpy face.

"Mr. Ackerman, where did you get all of that ?"

"Yeah, and what the fuck are you wearing right there ?" Porco added.

However, Levi doesn't bother to answer those two questions, "It's my principle to be perfect at everything I do."

"You fucking rich b-"

"How about a battle ?" (Y/n) quickly spoke to prevent any kind of fight between her best friend and Levi, "Let's team up like this. There's four of us, right ? Me and Mr. Ackerman will be against you guys. The winner is the one to collect the most clams. The losers have to grant the other team's wish. How does that sound ?"

"Bring it on.."

------ A few minutes later ----

Levi watches in amusement as his girlfriend digs through the slippery mud using a hand trowel.

"Ms.(L/n). I'm going to do my best since this is a competition, but what is your wish ?"

"Oh," (Y/n) looks up to him, smiling, "I'm going to ask them not to hate you."

'That damn smile just washed away my fatigue..'

Levi cracks his knuckles, "I'll win this one for you. Take your time and enjoy digging up some clams while I'll bring victory for you."

The Ackerman instincts in his blood makes him able to do anything. As long as he has a goal that has something to do about the one he cares about, he could possess a great amount of strength to achieve everything.

...And that's how Levi and (Y/n)'s team ended up winning the competition.

Porco and Falco managed to collect 68 clams in total.

As for Levi's team..

Well, let's just say Levi managed to gather almost every damn living clam that ever existed in the muddy surface. He collected 2.000 clams in total...

For the sake of his future wife, nothing is impossible for that man.