(viii.) please

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"Corporal," she murmured with a slight confused expression. "What are you doing?" He rolled his eyes.

"Stop with the formalities; it's 'Levi'." Placing his hands on her hips, he leaned in towards the crook of her neck. "You're out there without me," the two glanced at his bandaged ankle which he was forced to stay put in HQ for a while. "Don't die, please."

Mikasa was surprised at the softness in his voice. She didn't know what to do: cry or hug, or maybe even both. Before she could do anything, he continued.

"Don't get to arrogant with your fighting. Even if Jäger needs help, take someone with you: Hanji, or Erwin. Or maybe even Kirstein. Don't handle it alone, Mikasa." Her eyes widened at her name rolling off of his tongue. It felt... was this joy? Happiness? She didn't know. Before he could say any more, she placed her lips on his.

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