Despite being in the same circle, you and Levi have hardly had one-on-one conversations. Not because he's rude and intimidating, not exactly, but because it seems there's never been a reason two. He just has an air around him that's basically telling to not talk to him unless necessary. And yet, you've seen more of his side profile than most people ever will.

Because every time one of your friends need a ride, every damn time, it's either you or him behind the wheel and whoever isn't is in the passenger seat in Sasha's dad's family van since it's the only car that can fit all nine of you.

You with your extra water bottles stuffed in your back and playlist that perfectly caters to everyone, even Levi. Him with his silent judgement and keeps the car clean despite the kind of people your friends are. The routine has become laughably domestic. Jean and Connie tease you two about how parent-like you are. "Husband and wife," they once said. Tonight was another party and it was no different than any previous ones.

Noise, chaos, glitter smeared on cheeks, and your friends systematically becoming dead weight. Jean tried to take over the DJ, Mikasa and Armin were already asleep from drinks inside the party, Eren couldn't open his eyes, Sasha closed herself in the pantry, Connie threw up twice, and Hange was found wandering in the backyard.

So once again, it was you and Levi, eyeing the clock, the crowd, and each other with mutual dread. The unspoken agreement clicked into place like always to gather the casualties which were always your drunken friends.

You had managed to sling all the girl's purses onto one arm as you helped three people at a time into your house, limbs flopped across yours, holding onto your shirt as they blindly followed you with closed eyes. Levi helped the guys out no gentler than you would.

Now, hours later, your house looks... comfortable, to say the least. Everyone looked comfortable and it's always nice seeing a house full of people you enjoy being around. You stuffed Hange, Mikasa, and Sasha in your guest bedroom with Connie and Jean on the couches and Eren on an extra cushioned futon.

You and Levi are the only ones left standing. With everyone snoring and unconscious, there's nowhere left to go. Well, there's your sole bedroom for you to share. You and Levi, share a bed. You sit at the foot of your bed while he stands near the window. He clearly doesn't know where to go or what to say now that it's come down to just you both.

Eventually, he sits beside you on the bed, mattress dipping under his weight. He looks around, at your light thats still on as if it shouldn't, like he's silently saying you should turn it off and go to bed. Your shoulders graze.

It's late, and you're both tired. And there's one blanket, but it doesn't feel awkward. It doesn't feel like anything new and you aren't panicking inside for some odd reason. You'd expect silence from anyone in this situation, especially Levi, but you're quickly proven wrong.

"Took them long enough to pass out," he mutters in a huff. "You'd think after the fifth party, they'd realize we're always the ones cleaning them up." Quiet again. "Husband and wife, huh? You gonna let them be right?"