Gift giving. Bertholdt hadn’t received many compliments or gifts before, yet that all changed after meeting you. He’d been swarmed with various praises or simple pleasures like flowers since you entered his life. The reasoning behind this? The way his face would change, turning red whenever he received a present from you. It’s endearing, seeing him turn timid and uncertain of how to respond. He can’t deny the effect you have on him, you’ve become a constant thought in his head. One he cannot ignore.

“Thank you, again.” The dark haired soldier accepted the extra bread you had brung from meal time. “You didn’t steal this, did you?” He asked, becoming worried of the possibility that you would get into trouble for his sake alone. Shadis would have your head served on a platter for disobedience. A frown replaced what was once a sweet smile on Bertholdt’s face.

“There’s no need to do something like this. Especially if you’re putting yourself at risk.” He reaffirmed, not that it would appear to change your viewpoint. You were still going to bring him things after hours, he won’t deny he’s relieved you have yet to embarrass him in front of your comrades. He could only imagine what Reiner tease him about. The thought making him shiver.