Levi hated the idea of soulmates, the bright red string that was permanently tied to his pinky was an eyesore. He didn’t bother trying to find his soulmate as he thought it was pointless…he was a scout. His job was dangerous and he could die at any point in time.

You joined the Corps a month ago as a medic. Levi had yet to meet you. If he was being honest he had been avoiding it simply because he hated small talk and meeting new people. Unfortunately for him when he came back from an expedition with a twisted ankle, he had to pay a visit to the infirmary to get it wrapped.

He approached the double doors and paused for a moment, his string was a bit brighter. Odd. He ignored it and walked in, spotting you over by one of the cots. You were busy changing the sheets and keeping the are clean.

“Oi.” Levi called out, his eyes flickered down to your hands. He immediately noticed that his string was connected to yours. “…Shit.” He muttered under his breath. You’re his soulmate.