Levi knew something was off. Maybe it was the way you’d snapped at him during a meeting. Maybe it was the way you’d come late to training. Perhaps it was in the way you whimpered, doubled over as they were heading back to the barracks after dinner the night before. Whatever it was, he knew something was wrong, and he wasn’t one to stand idly by.

Levi had taken precautions the next day. A heating pad slipped under the door. A fresh cup of tea left at your place at the table. Little things.