Scratches and Bandaids.

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||Levi||

I gripped the steering wheel a bit harder as my eyes fluttered from the Kid's bright red scrapes to the road that lay ahead of me.

Shit.

Guilt settled in the pit of my stomach as I rolled over a speed bump and heard a low groan whimper from the right side of my car.  After Eren had finished fuming at me he just sat there silent and in slight pain, from what I could tell.

I glanced over at him again.

His eyes were focused directly out the window with his full brows furrowed. His plump, pink lips formed an annoyed pout that matched the rest of his body language.

I internally chucked to myself.

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"Sit down brat." I commanded emotionlessly.

A faint blush dusted his ears as he sat down and covered his crotch innocently. I prayed it wasn't a boner he was covering.

Once I entered the bathroom to grab my first aid kit, I heard soft little clinks of metal. 'What could it be now' I finished grabbing all my supplies, Ruffled my hair to create a messy but sexy style, and strutted out of the spotless room.

I appreciated the feeling of cold hardwood as my body always ran warm. Regarding being warm, I took off my black shirt and replaced it with the flannel around my waist, leaving it unbuttoned.

When I turned the corner I spotted Eren desperately trying to put his shoes back together.

I already knew it was hopeless.

The part that connected the sandal to the bottom of the shoe was missing.

As I walked past him I snatched both from his hand and dumped them in the trash where they belonged.

He let out a high pitched shriek.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're DOING??!!" He yelled angrily, avoiding looking at my body or face.

"They were not able to be fixed idiot."

"Give them back!" He whined trying to get past me. I pushed him back easily onto the couch and shoved a pillow on his face.

"Stay still Eren, oh my lord." I said.

When I took a seat at his feet he shot up and hit me on the head with the pillow.

"Hey!" I warned.

His eyes were filled with determination as he clutched the pillow to his chest cutely.

We stared at each other for a minute, then I leaned forward to flick his forehead.

"Ow..." He whined.

I pushed him back down into a slouching position with one arm as I grabbed one of his legs with the other.

He looked at me with shock and and bright red cheeks.

Using a disinfectant spray, I squirted some on his scraped up knee generously.

"FUCK THAT BURNS LEVI!!!"
He started to wiggle around and try to pry my hands off his calf. As he desperately clawed at my arm.

I looked up at him and sprayed it one more time.
"Done."

I brought the wound closer to my mouth and blew on it gently, hoping to ease his pain slightly.

After emptying three packets
of neosporen and seven band aids, he was all patched up.

As I was putting the last of the ointment on his hand, I noticed he had a freckle on his wrist bone.
That reminds me of someone.
"There, was that so bad." I exhaled.

He squirmed a little in the big couch before looking back up at me and nodding his head no.

After responding his eyes immediately looked back down at his feet.

I smirked.

"What, you can't handle a little skin?"
I teased.

His ears lit up.
"What are you talking about." He retorted.

"I mean, can you not handle looking at my body when my shirt is unbuttoned?" I already knew the answer.

"Yes." He whispers.

"SO PLEASE CLOSE IT SO I CAN LOOK AT YOUR FACE WITHOUT FEELING AWKWARD!"He begged.

I laughed and abided to his wish.

Collecting the first aid kit I walked back to the bathroom with a smirk on my face.
I could almost feel his blush from the other side of the room.

What a cutie.

Hella short huh? You guys inspired me to write something again. I especially want to thank the ones who comment, you don't understand how those little things make me feel so happy and make me want to keep writing for you all. Thanks guys.
~Rabbit

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