#heiichov

     It was that time once again, for new cadets to pick a branch. Marco stayed by the other members of the scouting legion while the graduation took place.

     As some of the few cadets who had made it into the top ten chose the military police, Marco sighed but he couldn't help but be almost glad for his injuries. It gave him the chance to learn more about the branches rather than just leaping blindly ahead fresh out of training.

     When it shifted to the other trainee’s turn to pick branches, that was when Marco blacked out.

     Darco taking control was easy to miss unless someone were staring at the boy while it happened. True the position they’d sit in, what they did with their arms and how they generally held themself was of course different. But the actual personality shifting was about as quick as just a blink.

     Darco watched boredly for a moment, not yet bothering to try and change into their darker clothes. It was a hassle to change so whenever they stole the mental driver’s seat like this, they often wouldn’t bother changing out of Marco’s clothes.

     Watching some fresh cadets sign up with the scouting legion, Darco nudged the person standing closest to Marco’s wheelchair. This happened to be Connie. “Hey, we should mess with some of the newbies.” They said quietly, “like an initiation with pranks.”

     Darco didn’t really care how odd it would be to hear something like that from Marco of all people. 

     ❝ BE CAREFUL. ❞ it might have appeared strange to utter this to humanity’s strongest soldier, but erwin often lets this slip his mind---that while levi has an exceptional strength, the circumstances under which these two men had met, even------erwin still feels compelled to remind the shorter man, his husband, to go easy on himself.       THOUGH NOW, it only means for him not to fall from the stool he stands on.       ❝ YOU COULD have asked me to help you, levi. ❞