Hello, @sunflowersunite, thank you for the ask and the interest. That one is entertaining to me because it explores some things that I don't see often. Purely self-indulgent, and one of the very first things I ever wrote for AOT.

That being said, here's a piece of it for you:

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“Levi!” They were closing in on him. 

He made for a beeline out of the courtyard to hide in the corridors, but Hange’s hand had already closed around his bicep, a gleeful smile stretched across their face. Levi suppressed a groan, defeated. “What is it, four-eyes?”

Hange released his elbow and grinned, matching his pace as the two of them jogged the perimeter of the courtyard. “I was just thinking.”

“You really need to quit doing that.” 

“Have you ever been on a date, Levi?” 

Levi nearly choked on his own breath. “The hell kind of question is that?”

Hange shrugged. “Well, have you?”

Levi gaped at them. Because, well, that was the thing. He hadn’t, but was he supposed to admit that to them? He hadn’t been prepared for this conversation. Levi remembers Furlan had taken an interest in a couple women during their time together, but he quickly got over that. The both of them had learned fast that they didn’t have much room in their lives for romance, and as time rolled on, Levi had grown accustomed to the lifestyle. 

He supposed it shouldn’t have been much different now, but in retrospect, food was delivered to the table these days, even if it was simple bread and often unidentifiable sludges that he hoped would remain so. He had a bed, even if he didn’t use it much, and communal bathing in the barracks exceeded any resources he’d ever managed to get his hands on in the Underground. 

Did he have any excuses, really?

Hange had already taken his hesitance as a response, though, puffing their cheeks out thoughtfully. “Have you ever wanted to go on one? Well, do you think you’d mind it?”

Levi stared at them blankly, his stomach twisting strangely. “Are you asking me—” 

“—To go on a date with Nanaba!” 

That time, he actually did choke on his breath.

And that was how he ended up in the room Mike shared with three other soldiers, swapping through shirts that he'd been forced to choose with Mike and Hange in preparation for his big date night.

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I think the cool part of this is the thought process: "The Survey Corps put their lives on the line every single day. So does that make them more afraid to lose, or braver to live?" That in mind, why not give dating your friends a shot? Why not say yes to all this stuff you've never considered? Why not, if you're literally living like you could die tomorrow?