Let’s see if I still have SnK fans among my followers!
“Your knuckles are bloody.”
“No shit.” There’s icy venom dripping from Levi’s voice, and Erwin shivers in the wake of it, doing his best to hide a smile.
“You were fighting?” It doesn’t really matter, Erwin supposes. Levi is a fighter by nature; He always has been. When he closes the office door, Erwin glances up to snag silvery eyes with blue ones. “With whom?”
Plopping down on the edge of Erwin’s desk, at the Commander’s side, Levi shrugs, one hand resting in his lap, the other snatching his cravat and using it to dab away the already drying blood along the opposite hand’s knuckles. “Some idiot or other.”
“One of the recruits?” It’s odd, to say the least. Levi isn’t the sort to lose his temper at all, let alone with children.
“Ah.” Yes, that seems far more likely. “What did–”
“They were talking shit about you.” Carefully, Levi reaches out his bloodied hand to slide calloused fingers through Erwin’s hair, turning gold to copper. His dirtied cravat flutters to the desk, forgotten. “Three of ‘em, actually. Stupid assholes didn’t know anything.”
Leaning back a bit so that Levi is effectively cradling his skull in one small hand, bright eyes slipping closed, Erwin murmurs, “The Military Police are known for being rather naive.”
“If they’re stupid,” Levi agrees, “they oughta keep their mouths shut, 'specially when it’s about you.” Hand sliding down to Erwin’s nape, Levi added, “They dunno shit about you.”
“And you do?”
It’s become a joke at this point, and Levi’s silvery eyes roll despite the tiny, hesitant smile hiding in the corners of his mouth. “Don’t be stupid.” The affection in his voice is unmistakable. “'Course I do. And I know you don’t deserve the bullshit those assholes were slinging.”
“You were fighting for my honor, then?” It’s a deeply touching notion, and Erwin snatches Levi’s hand, pressing his lips to bloodied knuckles and ignoring the smearing of red over his lips. “How noble.”