something i want to add to yesterday’s tea time…
people call levi erwin’s dog, but mike knows that’s not how it is–not how it feels. when erwin has his sights on you, you are a treasure.
there’s a shared smile. erwin bends over and touches lips with levi, and erwin startles away from levi when he notices they aren’t alone. he tugs on the bottom of his uniform jacket and turns to take a bridle down from the rack. they’re both blushing, looking half their age–despite the shit they’ve done and the horrors they’ve seen.
they’re walking back to erwin’s office and mike watches as erwin instinctively goes to place his hand on the small of levi’s back. erwin’s fingers twitch in, curl into a fist, and fall back to his side. mike shakes his head.
there’s longing glances, small whispers of smiles between hints of endearment. they may look like soliders to some, but to mike they’re so fucking obvious it drives him insane.
“it’s ok.” mike says.
“hm?” erwin turns to him. there’s a clammer of steel on steel as they watch the new recruits demonstrate themselves to their commanding officers.
“you don’t need to pretend. i know.”
erwin stares at mike for a moment longer, his mouth falling ajar before nodding away his shock. “i suppose you’re the last person i could expect to hide this from.”
mike shrugs, puts a hand on erwin’s shoulder and squeezes it. it wasn’t easy getting here, but his commander seems more stable now than he ever had been. levi is helping the survey corps more than he may have ever imagined. “you’re a good man, erwin.”
and something changes in erwin’s face, like he’s heard something he’s never been told before. like mike had just stuck him with the point of a knife and twisted. “mike.”
“take it easy, commander. see you at dinner.”