"Are you sure you want me to-"

"-Yes." He curtly replied. Levi's acute senses felt her hesitation, "Mikasa, I trust you with my life. I'm sure you'll do fine with my hair." He grunted as he sat back in the chair, his perfectly straight back belying his confidence. Mikasa noticed.

"Alright." She reached for her scarf, but then remembered that there was now a cravat in it's place. She sighed, composing herself before stepping to the strap and sharpening the blade against it. When her nerves calmed down she stilled, grabbing the handle of the blade and turning toward him, "Ready?"

"Yes. You remember what I showed you?" She nodded in affirmation, "Okay." He bent his head down, chin to his chest.

Mikasa stepped up to the chair, running her hands through the fuzz that used to be his undercut. She held her breath as she put the blade to his nape, and slowly, carefully shaved, barely touching his skin. After she finished the bottom half she exhaled a breath that she didn't know she was holding.

"Everything okay?" Levi asked, concern slightly coloring his tone.

"Yeah, everything's fine." She replied, "I'm about half way done."

"Tch. At this rate, the sun will be up by the time you're finished," he teased.

Mikasa squinted, glaring at the back of his head. He, of course, felt it and glanced out of the corner of his eye, smirking. He reached his hand toward his nape, and Mikasa sharply popped him with the comb in her hand. "Not yet." He glared at her jokingly, but kept his hand in his lap. She stepped closer to his chair and immediately refocused on the task at hand. This time she was not as nervous, and she continued where she left off, making sure that each strand was even, that it was cut close, but not bald. She took a minute to resharpen the blade, not letting a dull cut ruin her masterpiece.

Finally, she stepped back, "Finished."

"Finally," he stood and stretched his neck, "How do you feel about it?"

"I'm confident," she lied, sounding a bit unsure, "Go see for yourself."

He nodded and walked to the mirror, turning his head to his left and right profiles. She gave him a smaller mirror to help him see the back and she stood next to him, awaiting the verdict.

"Good enough. Maybe if we get out of here alive you can do this for a living."

Despite herself, Mikasa inwardly grinned.