After training for days in the snow, your hands were chapped, sore, and cold. So, of course, you went to the person you were sure would have something to help.

Levi Ackerman, your captain.

Honestly, you had no idea why he put up with you. He seemed always annoyed whenever you were around, but he never told you to leave. You secretly thought he had a soft spot for you, though you were sure he would kill you if you ever said it out loud.

You sat in his office on the couch, Levi sitting in front of you. He had lotion in his hands and he rubbed it into yours, his warm and rough fingers going over each knuckle surprisingly gently.

"Why do you keep bothering me for the simplest things?" Levi sighed, a hint of irritation in his voice.