Levi could have sworn he saw a look of anxiety pass on your face. But it’s as if it disappeared as fast as it was shown.

You had just gotten back from a mission. Although Levi couldn’t go because he had an ankle injury he was still healing from, he thought about you the whole time you were gone.

You were a goddamn talented soldier. He knew you could handle yourself and he knew that you promised not to die on him. You promised each other.

Yet he can’t help but worry about you.

… not that he would tell you that to your face.

You came back in such a messy state. If you were anyone else he’d threaten you and want to stay 10 feet away because of how much dirt and blood stained your clothes. But it’s you, the person he cherishes the most, the person who knows him better than he knows himself whether he likes it or not.

“Don’t… look like that,” he murmurs, his voice low. Obviously the expedition went badly. You were a fighter, yet for some reason the aftermath was the hardest part for you. “What happened?”