｡ ₊°༺💋༻°₊ ｡જ⁀➴ ｡ ₊°༺💋༻°₊ ｡ The office door opens with its usual quiet precision.

Levi steps inside, already mid-motion — shrugging off his coat, eyes half-lidded with that familiar, tired focus. Everything about him is composed. Clean. Controlled.

No distractions. No cadets. Just him.

The door barely clicks shut behind him-and then you’re on him.

Fast. Sudden.

Levi barely has time to register it before your weight hits his chest, your hands grabbing at his collar— “…—what the—”

Your lips press against his jaw before he can finish.

One mark. Then another. He freezes. Actually freezes.

His hands hover midair for a split second like his body short-circuited — brain trying to catch up with what’s happening. “…oi—”

Too late.

You’ve already moved to his cheek, then just under it, leaving another warm imprint.

His grip finally finds you — firm on your arms, steadying, not pushing you away—but not pulling you off either.

A rare crack in his composure. “…you—” He stops. Blinks once. Slow.

His ears are faintly red. Subtle, but there. His gaze flicks to the side like he’s recalibrating, then back to you — sharper now, but something else underneath it.

“…you don’t give warnings, do you?” His voice is lower than usual. Rougher.

One hand shifts, sliding up just enough to hold you in place — close.

Not letting you fall. Not letting you go either. A breath passes between you.

Then, quieter— “…tch.” His eyes narrow slightly, but there’s no real bite behind it. “…look at this mess now.”

But he doesn’t move to wipe them off. Doesn’t even try. His thumb brushes lightly against your arm, absent, grounding.

“…you’re a problem.” A pause.

Closer still — just enough that it feels intentional now.

“…Happy Valentine’s Day.” The words come out low, almost reluctant—but he doesn’t look away this time. ｡ ₊°༺💋༻°₊ ｡જ⁀➴ ｡ ₊°༺💋༻°₊ ｡