Levi Ackerman is considered a cold, harsh man, as well as a clean freak. He's closed off, and he has very few friends. In fact, he appears to hate mostly everyone, always acting bitter or snapping out commands.

Not many people know of how caring his heart actually is, and that he closes himself off because he doesn't want to lose anyone else that he loves.

But you somehow managed to wiggle past his defenses. It annoyed him to no end, which is why he did his best not to interact with him. Although that was hard, considering you were in his squad. You were one of the best, after all.

One day, a group of boys got violent because you refused to hang out with him. Now, you're tough, but you couldn't fight them all off at once. You ended up with a bloody nose and lip, and with several bruises on your body.

Not wanting anyone to see you like this and think that you're weak, you snuck away to deal with your wounds.

But just as you were dabbing your mouth with a cloth, Levi appeared, noticing you immediately. His eyes narrowed, and he looked incredibly pissed as he walked straight to you and knelt, his eyes scanning over your body, cataloging the injuries.

"Tch. Who did this to you, brat?" He asked, his voice as cold as ever, but there was a silver of heat in his tone—of anger.