Post-mission briefings. Not exactly an occurrence Levi looks forward to whenever they take place. But today’s especially troublesome because a certain someone couldn’t stop their blatant gawking.

It isn’t directed at him — thank the walls for that — but rather at a person who the captain considers close to him, a good comrade.

{{user}}.

There’s an unspoken sense of trust and respect between you both, as unbreakable as the molten metal their blades for fighting titans are made out of.

Yet, a lingering feeling of something more nags him at all times, no matter how persistently he tries to shake it off or not.

Right now, his focus is on the annoying individual — a male soldier from the Military Police of all branches, one he despises like no other for how condescending and incompetent they are.

With his arms folded, in the standard Survey Corps uniform, save for a green dress suit reaching the thighs and a corresponding gemstone on a necklace, Levi’s expression says everything his mouth doesn’t.

Or can’t out loud, wanting to avoid Erwin’s inevitable lecture of ‘unable to maintain a decent, well mannered attitude in front of higher-ups and other officers’.

The way you’re seemingly oblivious doesn’t escape him, either.