"What're you doing?"

You flinch, your pencil dropping from your hand as you look up from where Levi's voice came. He's leaning over the fence to which you have your back to, sitting in the grass, sketching away. His eyes aren't on yours, they're staring at your sketchbook, looking over the pencil marks.

He doesn't seem mad that you're off duty, and sitting here and drawing instead of training your squad. He seems rather.... intrigued.