Thought I was done with this fic, but apparently I wasn't.
Or, more precisely, I have a close friend that was teasing me about how I manage to write my OTPs doing the most intimate shit but very rarely actually kissing / confessing / doing more traditionally romantic things, so here it is so she won't bug me anymore xDD
(Set like a few weeks after chapter 4)


He didn't flinch when the door slammed against the wall next to his desk, didn't even spare a glance to the intruder. At the same time, it wasn't like he needed to.

Hange was the only person that could barge in like that without worrying about getting their head torn off – whether it was because Levi actually didn't mind, or because they had the self-preservation instincts of a rock, that was up for debate –, and their loud and purposeful footsteps had echoed throughout the halls as they made a beeline for his room.

"What do you w-"

"What did I just hear?"

He blinked and his frown somehow deepened.

"How the fuck am I supposed to know?"

He wasn't in the mood for Hange's… hange-ness today. He just got back from training and it went roughly as well as he was expecting – meaning, not at all. His bad leg has been weakened from days in a cast, and choosing to put on his gear for the first time since the accident somewhere far enough away from his fellow Scouts had proven to be a great idea. Humanity's Strongest Soldier certainly did not need witnesses to him almost crashing against a tree like some fucking rookie.

Hange's hands collided loudly with his desk, snapping him out of his thoughts. They were way to close, and definitely pissed.

"I was with Erwin."

Their voice was unusually low and, somehow, Levi refrained from interjecting. Admittedly, Hange could be pretty scary at times. Not that he would ever be scared of them, though. No, really.

"We were talking about the next expedition."

I can see where this is going...

"Let me guess, Erwin declined your request to capture another pet?"

Hange's eyes widened behind their glasses.

"W-what?" They stammered, caught off guard. "What would y- No! Why would I come and complain to you?"

"Because that's what you usually do?"

"Anyway, that's beside the point!" They threw their hands in the air, then pointed an accusatory finger at him: "What Erwin told me, it's that you told him you could take part in next week expedition."

He did not see that coming.

"And?" was all he could reply with.

"And?" They repeated, shaking their head. "Levi, by Sina, you're still limping!"

"I'm not."

"You are. Whenever you think no one is looking."

"Didn't know you could see through those," he gestured to their glasses.

"That's low."

Levi sneered.

"And don't change the subject!"

"Four-eyes, no matter what you say, I'm g-"

His sentence was cut short as Hange suddenly shoved him against his desk, so suddenly that he didn't get to react. Next thing he knew, their hand was pressing firmly against his ribs – his very recently broken ribs –, making him gasp in pain.

"What the f-"

"How do suppose the belts are gonna feel around your chest?"

He vaguely tried to shove them back, but they wouldn't budge.

"Levi. Have you even put on your gear since?"

He snapped:

"Yes! I tried to train today, it went horribly, was that what you wanted to hear?!"

"No! Well, yes, but-"

"Shitty Glasses, you're not making any sense."

Hange sighed, their grip on his shirt loosening. Their other hand went from his ribs down to his hip, resting there almost shyly. He could only hope they couldn't feel his heartrate picking up in reaction to the touch. He has bathed them multiple times, they had returned the favor too, very recently, so why did this stray hand troubled him so much?

"I guess not," they breathed quietly. "But… don't go. Please."

To that, Levi didn't know what to say.

They let go of his shirt and instead tilted his head up so he was looking right at them. Warm brown eyes met steel-blue ones. He could see the specks of gold in theirs from how close they were, could feel their breathing on his skin.

"I don't want to ever see you like that again."

"Like what?"

"I don't know," they rolled their eyes, "maybe like… unconscious? In an hospital bed, injured, in pain? You pick. And as much as I like to brag about saving Humanity's Strongest ass, one time was more than enough, thank you very much."

By this point, he was barely listening to them anymore. His gaze flickered to their lips a split second before they crashed against his. Levi stifled a surprised sound, tried to step back, but he was trapped between his desk and their body – and anyway, for some reason, he found himself returning the kiss.

When Hange pulled back his first instinct was to chase after them, standing on his tiptoes to do so. They let him, their arms wrapping up around his body, one hand pressing against his shoulder blades to bring him even closer.

"Well," Hange said once they separated, slightly out of breath. "That was waiting to happen."

Levi mumbled something, now avoiding their gaze.

"Ooooh, you're blushing!"

"Shut up."

"I didn't know you could!" they went on, completely disregarding his comment. "I mean, we've seen each other naked, and a chaste kiss is what does it for you?"

That earned them a smack on the head, which only make them giggle louder.

"You're insufferable, four-eyes."

They grabbed his arm as he was trying to step around them.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me that's not why you love me."

"No. Without doubt, no, that's not the reason you idiot."

"So you do love me?"

"Maybe."

They let go of his arm, their smile threatening to split their face in two – they knew that was the closest to a confession they would get, hadn't even hope for it, to be honest. Well, to be fair, none of them were expecting this turn of events when Hange barged into his room.

In hindsight, maybe they should have.

"By the way…" They added. "I meant it, what I said in your bathroom."

"Shitty-Glasses, you know how that sounds, right?"

They groaned.

"I was trying to be serious here! Really, Levi…" Their smile faltered. "I can't imagine losing you."

"… Yeah. I'll try my best."

"Does that mean you won't take part in the expedition?"

"Tch. I'm pretty sure that qualifies as blackmail."