It Started With Cadet Training (Reader/Levi/Erwin/Hange/Mike)

Waste Your Time

"I didn't see you wash any part of yourself off. You're still dripping dirty water. Get back here," he orders, making them go stalk still and shuffle back to the water.

"I'm fine, just a little dirty. Honestly," Hange fibs as you carefully tie the towel around your body.

"(Y/N), go see Mike. He'll help patch you up, I'll be there shortly when Hange's clean," Erwin explains, ignoring Hange's protests.

You nod your head, going towards the door. You're quick to turn away from him to avoid him from seeing the sad expression written across your face. You close the door quietly, heading down the hallway to the Commander's quarters and knocking on the door.

"Open!" Mike's voice calls from inside.

Slowly, you push open the door, stepping inside. There's a small entrance to put your shoes and gear before rounding a corner past the bathroom door to the large king-sized bed that currently held two of your friends.

Levi was staring holes into the floor as Mike sat behind him, wrapping bandages around his head. His torso was already wrapped up, as well as both his arms and part of his leg. Mike was still void of bandages, paying his attention to Levi.

You cross over to them as he finishes up the bandages on Levi.

"(Y/N), come on and sit down, I'll patch you up," Mike offers, gesturing to the spot next to Mike.

"What about you? You're in worse shape than I am," you point out the way he was barely moving his shoulders, and how he was so curled over on himself.

"Doesn't matter, you need bandages, right?" Mike doges the comment, holding out the bandages from the medical kit.

You take them before he can stop you, moving to sit behind him.

"I might need more, you are rather large," you hum, spreading one of the gauze panels across the bark-burn on his back.

He flinches under your touch as Levi lays himself out on the bed next to you, watching the two of you with an unimpressed glare. Mike takes shallow breaths as you bandage him, his head tilted down to his lap.

It takes quiet some time for you to wrap his torso and shoulders, he remains still with his head hung low the entire time. There's no words out of his mouth as he sits there silently.

To you, it feels like a knife stuck in your chest to watch the usually bubbly man so silent. Carefully after bandaging up the last part, you lean forwards and wrap your arms around him from behind, resting your head in the crook of his neck. He freezes in your arms, your heart beating rapidly out of fear he'd toss you off, until he places his hands on yours.

"Take care of yourself too," you whisper quietly.

"I'd rather take care of the four of you first," he mumbles back, still hanging his head.

"Then let us help you too," a voice argues next to you, turning your attention to Levi who apparently hadn't been sleeping.

Before you can stop yourself, you let out a small chuckle.

"I thought you were asleep, shorty," you point out, letting go of Mike to turn to look at the now sitting up Levi, propped up by his elbow.

"Good, pay attention to Mike instead of me. I was perfectly fine pretending to be asleep," he grumbles, pulling the covers around himself.

You lean over, smoothing out the covers and adjusting them so they laid comfortably over him. He grumbles, watching your every move. When you look up to meet his gaze, he turns his face away, light blush dusting across his cheeks.