Levi lays on the floor of the barn, unmoving, until Hange comes to get him.

He doesn't know what just happened. Well, more like he

knows,

but his brain can't process it.

He enjoys sparring with you. Although he usually has the upper hand, you're unpredictable and it makes for a good challenge. You're more interesting to fight than just about anyone else in the Survey Corps (save for Erwin) and it keeps him on edge.

It's true that lately he's been a bit more... hyperaware. Flipping you and feeling your chest pressed against his back. Straddling you and seeing you splayed out underneath him, muscles tensed and face flushed. Things he most definitely shouldn't be noticing that he's paying acute attention to anyways.

He was content to suffer with his feelings. Bury them. But he's been slipping lately, complimenting you- and Hange's not making it any easier.