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There's something hidden in this one, I'll dm something to whoever finds it!

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Attack on Titan:

Tags: Implied stalking, possessiveness

"Captain Levi, do you perhaps need something?"

Your sweet voice echoed in the empty clinic as you gently arranged your supplies, trying to avoid your Captain's searing gaze, almost scorching, in its intensity. With a cup of tea to his lips, his back to the wall smoothly and his eyes boring into yours across the rim, he huffed.

"No."

"Then, do you... want to get a wound bandaged?"

He tsked, "I said no." With his deep voice tinted with irritation, his eyes roamed over your form appreciatively. Sure, you thought that the shorter than average nurse uniform the Corps had given you was super cute, but his gaze made you question the propriety of it.

You shifted imperceptibly, pulling your dress down to barely cover your knees. "Then what do you need, sir?"

"Hm. Just focus on your work, doll. Don't you have patients to treat?" he smirked, leaning against the doorframe.

"The rush hour hasn't begun yet," you squirmed, taking a seat.

"I see."

"Also, I wanted to ask you something! Have you perhaps seen a strawberry printed cream handkerchief in the common laundry? I misplaced it..."

"No."

"Right, of course you haven't! Silly me," with a sheepish chuckle, you went back to arranging your supplies.

"Was somethin' special to you?"

"Oh, one of my patients gave it to me as a present when I was working in Wall Rose before!" you chuckled sheepishly. "He was bothering me for a single date even though I had refused. I couldn't bring myself to refuse the handkerchief, but atleast the design was super adorable! It was quite high quality as well and had my initials engraved."

"High quality, my foot..."

"Pardon?" your owlish eyes looked at him, noticing his hardened gaze survey you again.

Damn your stupid, traitorous heart.

"Nothin'. So you like to accept trinkets from random men, huh?"

You blushed, "What? No— I!"

"Don't worry, I'll buy you a new handkerchief," his eyes seared into yours, assessing your blushing form. "So don't mention that handkerchief again."

Suddenly, the door burst open and a cadet ran in, heaving.

"Ms. Y/n! Please dress my wound," Jean grinned sheepishly, his other hand shooting to his neck as he placed his bleeding arm on your table. "I got wounded during practice."

With a soft gasp, you quickly leaned forward to examine the wound, not noticing the way Jean took this chance to ogle at you. Not even the way his wound seemed to be a bit too straight to be inflicted during stable duty. Until he was grabbed by his neck and pushed against the wall.

"Eek! C-Captain Levi!?" Jean spluttered, coughing.

"Please him go, sir, he's hurt!"

"Hurt? I guess you're not hurt enough to consider your life important, Kirstein," Levi's steely eyes locked Jean in place. "The Corps already has many problems. Lowlifes like you shouldn't be one of them."

Levi turned to you, taking in your confused expression with renewed intensity, leaving a panting Jean to run off. One step. Two steps. Three steps. He was coming so close! You backed away instinctively. And before you knew it, you were caged between his arms and the wall. "S-Sir—"

"Next time he or anyone bothers you, you tell me. I'll make sure these jerks are kept at bay," his hand gently yet firmly grabbed your chin, tilting it up to force you to look at him, "understood?"

"Okay, but why?"

"Because I said so. Tch."

As he moved away from you, he kept his empty teacup on your table to reach for his handkerchief. And then you noticed something which you would've missed if you blinked. Underneath his usual white cravat, you could make out a faint yet familiar pattern.

Strawberries on a cream canvas with your initials embroidered on it.