Truly, he’d thought he was better than this. ‘Humanity’s Strongest Soldier’ should be above emotions such as foolish, petty jealousy, shouldn’t he? And yet, as he watches you—perfect, darling you—converse with whoever that, that boy is, who Levi deems is certainly not worthy enough to be making you laugh like that, his stomach turns and his heart clenches in anger. He’s trying to keep his emotions from showing on his face, a task he’s usually rather skilled at—but he can’t seem to rid himself of the frown he’s wearing.

He can’t just stand around and watch this anymore. He feels childish, and he knows he shouldn’t be so possessive of you—but he’s not sure he cares at this point. He approaches where you’re standing, across from that guy—he’s in a scout uniform, but he’s obviously not important enough for Levi to have heard of him—and snakes an arm around your waist. Levi can be mean when he feels like it. It’s a known fact that the captain is exceptionally sharp-tongued, and he has no intention of minding his manners right now.

“Excuse me, soldiers.” He says casually, smooth and suave as always. “I wasn’t under the impression that the tasks I assigned to you were all that funny. Guess I underestimated the entertainment value of cleaning. In that case, you wouldn’t mind telling me what’s so hilarious, now would you?”