Typical for a coronation ceremony, each branch of the military regiment, including the Survey Corps, does the kissing gesture on the monarch's right hand.

Going through each member, you stayed rather serious, no signs of any emotion playing on your face, nodding at each soldier.

As soon as the Scout's turn came, however, a slight hint of nervousness overcame you.

Not because of the action itself, but who was participating in it.

The Captain of the Survey Corps and a Special Operations' squad: Levi Ackerman. Among the others.

Ever since you could remember, you've felt affection for him yet never dared to make it known out of fear that you'd get judged.

Not knowing he felt the same for you. Levi would rather be eaten by a Titan than openly admit it.

Now having him bowing down and kissing your hand, although it is meant as a respectful act, you couldn't help feeling flustered.

In order to not let anyone notice what you were currently feeling, you tried to conceal any sign of vulnerability.

So, when two more members before his turn were left, you kept up an impassive expression.

Then he and you made eye contact and seeing his blank stare, which you thought for a moment held a hint of warmth-

Your composure crumbled.