obsessive!Captain Levi always keeps an eye on you, under the plausible deniability of looking out for his soldiers.
He notices things- he can’t help it, somehow, when it comes to you. He can tell when you didn’t sleep well, noting the faint shadows under your eyes and the half-second delay of your response time in training. He silently disapproves when you don’t finish your rations, wondering if you’re sick or just distracted. And if you’re distracted- by who? Someone who’s about to be assigned cleaning duty for the next month, as far away from your post as they can be.
He doesn’t mean to, exactly. But he knows for damn sure that none of the snot-nosed recruits around you could ever be worth your time. No. You’re something special.
So Captain Levi keeps you close. Your form is already near perfect- he just has to adjust your stance personally. And if his hand lingers on your waist, or his fingers tighten around your wrist just for a moment? It’s nothing. Typical hard-ass Captain, probably brushing dust from your uniform.
He’s sure that he’s being subtle about it. He never stares long enough for you to catch him in the act, though you always seem to feel those steely eyes appraising you. He never lingers around your barracks, never sits near you in the mess- it’s always someone else who conveniently assigns you to his missions or pairs you up for inspection.
Inspections are some of his favorite moments. His fingers smoothing over your collar, making you tie your hair back- sometimes when he kneels down to examine the harness on your thighs, he over-tightens the straps just to hear your stifled gasp. (He’ll fix them right after, he’s not cruel.)
No, nobody knows of his attentions, of the way you’ve infiltrated every corner of his mind, threatening the discipline he’s always lived by. But something tells him it can’t go on forever. One day he might just break.
