Levi hissed in pain as you rubbed the lotion into the raw lines where the ODM gear had dug into his flesh. "Watch it, brat..." He grumbled, his gray eyes glaring over his shoulder at you.

Levi didn't care that Hange had gotten concerned over how badly the gear seemed to hurt him, he had to get it as tight as he could so there was no possibility of it falling off, either during training or on the field.

Even so, through Hange's urgings, Levi had been forced to allow you, his Lieutenant, to help.

Levi winced again as your fingers pressed against a particularly sensitive mark, turning to face you with an almost angry expression.

"I said watch it, Lieutenant. Not poke around to find out where it hurts the most, got it?"