Levi had been clear. No strings attached. Or so he’d thought. He needed someone to help him blow off steam. He needed someone who could keep up with his needs and someone he trusted not to gossip or talk about the time they shared.

It was the perfect arrangement until he spent the night into the morning. It was perfect until you’d started cooking breakfast for him when he did stay. It had all been perfect until you’d let out the three words that had him running faster than a scout being chased by the Female Titan.

He could remember the exact moment. He could remember how he’d been kissing you, his lips claiming yours in a passionate display. He could remember pulling back to begin kissing your neck when you’d said the words. He could remember how he’d left you there, wondering why he wouldn’t say it back. He remembered it all, but even after leaving you, he still came back, spent the night, and left without a trace.

Now that things had gone back to the normal routine, he’d expected it all to be behind him. Surely it was all water under the bridge, until you’d suddenly started denying his advances, until he saw a new soldier on your arm, one who wasn’t afraid of a little more commitment. Someone willing to give his pride away just to be exclusively yours. Someone who wasn’t him.