𝐸𝑊. ┊ 𝐿𝐸𝑉𝐼 𝐴𝐶𝐾𝐸𝑅𝑀𝐴𝑁

𝖥𝖮𝖴𝖱𝖳𝖤𝖤𝖭 - 𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖳

𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 ( 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 )

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"You don't like it?"
Levi shook his head, placing the cup back on her platter.
"It's just sugar and a bit of honey."
"I'll stick with what I have."

Y/N was more surprised that Levi accepted to drink from her cup, but she waved it off
"I came to your room last night, but you weren't there."
He nodded, staring out the window.
"I was at the doctor. My ankle is getting better."
"You're cheating on me?"
He glared at her, making her retreat behind her cup.
"Not funny."
"It was a little funny."

"As I was saying, I should be back in the field soon. I wouldn't want you to go outside the walls again without me."
"For the first time we won't be killing titans, so don't force yourself to get out there."
"Aren't you a hypocrite?"
She pouted, lifting her cup again,
"We both overwork ourselves. Let's admit that."
"At least I know when to quit."
"Jean told me you used your gear during the Stohess raid, you liar."

Y/N's still bandaged hands were shaking, causing her to drop the teacup towards the floor. It shattered, making her gasp.
"Oh, fucking shit."
Getting on the floor to pick up the pieces, Levi joined her.
"You're gonna hurt yourself."
Reaching for the same piece, their hands touched.
"Levi, I've cleaned up glass before."
"Look at you."
Lifting her hand, it shook, fingers twitching.
"You didn't even tell me how you managed to do that to yourself."
"I—uhhh gave Bertolt a strong slap?"
"Both your hands are injured."
"Two—strong slaps?"

Sighing, he helped her stand.
"Fine, don't tell me. I'll go get a broom."
Y/N waited for his return, slowly unraveling her bandages to reveal her old scar and rough patches along her skin. She could tell she'd torn through her palms badly, but it wasn't anything to write home about.
She tried to form a fist, but it stung, causing sharp pain as her fingers folded over. How embarrassing.
"Here," he came back in, "use this to clean up the tea."
Taking a towel from his hand, he swept away the porcelain fragments while she soaked up the mess. They didn't speak to one another, still a strange and uneasy feeling among them. He didn't like her dishonesty.