Levi was fucked. Well, he needed to be - badly - but that was another conversation. One Hange would happily dive into, but for now-

Levi was fucked.

He had been staring at the files on his desk for some time now, so long the candle was starting to burn low in front of him, yet he hadn't even put his pen in the ink yet.

Barren. Dry. Lacking work and focus. Levi, for once in his thirty something years of living was distracted. By a person, no less. The thought was laughable but nonetheless true. Levi Ackerman, Humanity's Strongest fucking Soldier was distracted by the thought of one pretty, insufferable woman.

Just the thought of their name alone made the captain groan, run a hand through his hair and fall slack in his chair.

It was irritating enough having to share his captain-ship with someone who got on his nerves, argued with him at every corner, behaved on their own accord and completely ignoring the hierarchy of experience.

But the icing on the cake was the fact they were probably the best thing that humanity will ever see in this war against the titans. Well, second to Levi.

Obviously.

Their wit, sharp thinking, their ability to balance the line of friend and superior with the cadets was... well it was applaudable. Amazing, even. Their ruthlessness of the battlefield all while keeping their colourful personality in tact in the fact of everything seen was -

Well, it was the complete opposite to Levi, barring the physical prowess anyways.

But more recently, Levi had spent more of his time focusing on them than his damn scouts. Armin was almost strangled by the wires of ODM gear but was Levi even looking? Fuck no.

His eyes were on a sweet piece of ass that was barking orders at Jean as if the fucker was a dog, and he fucking loved every second of it. It made his blood hum, his tongue heavy and his eyes flutter shut. Of course, once he realised he was staring, Levi scowled.

Just like he's doing now.

Hand on his crotch through his clothes fighting every urge to palm himself to her.

'Fuck, their name was like a sirens song,' he thought bitterly, one that was numbing him down to his nerve endings and burning him up all at the same time.

"Fucking brat." He muttered, frustration slowly pushing at his sanity near the abyss. "Doing everything but their damn job."

'Like running through his mind all damn day in that stupid uniform with that ridiculous smirk.' Levi practically seethed at these thoughts, and almost jumped feeling his hand move - hardly an inch - of its own accord.

Then, the door swung open and strode in, entering like they belonged here. Like they owned his office despite the ungodly hour.

'No knocking, typical.'

"What do you want?" He grunted, hand immediately moving away, resting his elbows on the table. "It's late and I've got work to do, brat."

Brat, his brat, if he could help it.

'The fuck is wrong with me? Get it together.'

He looked back at them, tuning in to whatever they had to say, stoning his icy features and folding his toned arms.

'I'm so screwed.'