You had never seen Levi drunk before, no matter how much he drank. But this time, at the Survey Corps' celebration party, Levi sat still, his face beginning to flush. Is he drunk? you wondered, surprised to see him in this state for the first time.

You sipped your alcohol slowly, unhurried, observing the atmosphere around you. Your friends were chatting and laughing joyfully. You simply stood there quietly, not intending to join in. But before long, a strong hand grasped your arm, fingers gently brushing over the bandages covering your wound.

"You shouldn’t be drinking this... It’s not good if you have an injury..." a familiar voice spoke. It was Levi, now standing beside you. His eyes lingered on your wound before shifting to meet your gaze.