Flashing Eyes

Possibility of Feeling

Levi's POV*

I sat in the chair beside where Eren lie, and brushed away the hair on his face absentmindedly. He opened his eyes, which quickly widened.

"H-heichou! Wh-why are you doing that?" He stammered.

"Because I want to, brat." He blushed and smiled. "I'm sorry for not returning the kiss, I was just surprised."

He grinned. "You could always make up for it, you know."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't push your luck, brat."

"I think I'm just right." Then, he kissed me, again. I reacted immediately, pleased.

"Uuhhh..." I pulled away to find a bleeding Hanji at the door. She pinched her nose and grinned like an idiot.

"It's canon!" She screeched. I looked back to Eren to find him staring at her with a worried expression. I smiled at that.

"OTP!" She screamed, running off, maybe to inform someone.
Oh, hell no I thought. I ran off after her, finding her running through the mess hall. I tackled her, growling.

"Leeevii! Lemme go!" I stared at her angrily.

Then she gasped. "Your eyes, they flashed for a second, like cat eyes! I need to document that, will you let me go?" She pouted. I stood up, and she tried to make a break for it. I snatched her collar before she had even taken a step, pulling her in another direction, ignoring the stares I received by bystanders.

I dragged her into her office, throwing her into her chair.

"Your eyes really did flash, though. They were golden for a moment, and were like a cat's. It was so interesting!" She began to write in the folder she pulled out.

"I'm going back to Eren," I stated.

She simply looked at me, wiggling her eyebrows with a wide grin.

"God, shit-glasses!" I stomped out, walking into the room where Eren was. He looked up at me, a worried expression dissolving.

"I wondered where you were."

"Beating the living daylight out of Hanji." He laughed, and it made me smile, his voice.

"My wounds are mostly healed, I can probably go back to training tomorrow."

"You are resting another day, that's that." He huffed.

"Fine, Heichou."  I walked to his and pressed a kiss to his forehead, a part of me triumphant he was low enough I could.

"Get some rest, brat," I said.

"Speak for yourself, old cat." I turned around and scowled at him. His eyes widened.

"You-your eyes flashed, they were gold! They were even prettier than usual." He flushed, looking down.

"I-I'm not pretty..." My voice was unlevel.

"Apparently, someone doesn't own a mirror." I rolled my eyes at him, walking away with a grin on my face.