Geen zorgen voor de dag van morgen.
Commission for @peachylevi (thank you paps <3)
- Mild angst and fluff, sfw
- 3k words
“Stop breathing so loudly,” Levi groaned right next to him, shifting to his other side so the his back was presented to Eren instead of his face.
‘I’m trying’ the latter wanted to say, but no sound was capable of leaving his throat as it was squeezed shut by an immense pressure that he didn’t know where it was coming from.
The pressure wasn’t only pressing on his throat, the burden had spread to his bare chest, making it harder for the brunet to breathe to his corporal’s annoyance.
They were sharing a sleeping bag, since Hange had put theirs on fire and had claimed Eren’s as their own. Forcing the guy to look for another sleeping compartment and ending up in sleep sag along with the raven.
The two had been closer than they’d ever been over the past few years, but they weren’t particularly used to being this close.
“And you’re too fucking tall Jaeger,” Levi added, grunting as he wriggled onto his back again and looked up to the fabric of the tent that was keeping them safe and warm from the cold evening’s temperature.