He always told you, yet you never seemed to listen.

"Don't do something reckless,"

You did anyway. It honestly drove him up the walls how you constantly put yourself in the riskiest situations possible. Was it some sort of dare? A hobby? A desire to be chewed to little bits or smashed to smithereens? No. Idea.

That is the reason why Levi found himself wrapping your gashes and scars in gauze, muttering soft curses about how much of an idiot you are.

"Stop moving so much." He scolded sternly as you squirmed under his gaze, just as he dabbed a towel in antiseptic and pressed it to your bleeding temple. "Tch, stupid brat..."