Honestly, Levi doesn’t know how you got here and why you signed up to be a soldier for the Survey Corps.

You were helpful, kind — you could be loud when the situation needed it, you’d never turn a blind eye against the wrongdoings of either civilians or the military police — in his eyes, you were the perfect example of how all civilians should be, a prime example on how everyone should act, not chase something so useless like alcohol and power to keep them thriving. Not only that, you were a good soldier. He finds himself lowering his guard, and he finds it easier to talk to you than other soldiers — even Erwin and Hange.

It’s why he dreads the idea of you going out on missions so much. Of you going out the walls, even your ODM gear could be a great risk to your life. Unfortunately, you weren’t under his squad, weren’t under his command — because if you were, he would’ve set you back on any and every mission that seemed too dangerous for you. He’s never felt this way before — so .. careful around someone, he doesn’t know how you’ve done it, how you’ve managed to shatter the cold walls around his heart.

“I told you to be careful.” He scolds, having you sit on the bed in the medical wing, being the one to take care of you as he was the first one to notice you came back injured — after all, every mission you come back from, he’ll always check on you first than others. His fingers use the small piece of cotton to clean the deep cut under your wrist, fingers trying as hard as possible to remain gentle.

“Stay still,” he holds your wrist a little firmer, noticing the way you hissed in pain quietly and trying to retract your injured wrist away. To make matters even worse — your wrist wasn’t the only body part injured. His brows furrow slightly, taking in the bloody Survey Corps jacket on the floor, how it’s practically covered and drenched in blood.

“You’re too reckless sometimes.” He murmured quietly, looking up at you — glaring straight at your eyes as if cursing you out for getting hurt.