Levi met Hansi when Mikasa, his sister, had him over. It was a 'he' day for the agendered engineer, and the first impression Levi had of him was that he was filthy. He was covered in grease stains and reeked of engine oil. When Hansi held out a hand for Levi to shake, the eldest Ackerman did nothing more than glare at it in silent disdain.

Hansi took the hint, but he did not clean his hands. Oh no, that would be too much trouble. He had just tugged off the leather gloves he was wearing with his teeth (oh god) and then held out his hand. "Was working on one of the trucks," he said in the most unapologetic voice Levi ever heard - especially when Hansi had the absolute audacity to speak to him with the disgusting glove still in between his teeth. Hansi beamed at him, showing off surprisingly white teeth that did not go along with the rest of his appearance, and wiggled his clean fingers in a silent 'C'moooonnnn, just do it.' Levi just sighed and caved. He shook the hand and, as quickly as possible, let it go again and cleaned off his own with a handkerchief.

"You ride?"

It took Levi a full five minutes to grasp what Hansi was referring too. Monster trucks. "Yes," he answered curtly hoping Mikasa would whisk this weirdo out of his sight before Levi lost his patience. Honestly, it was enough Mikasa always dragged over her annoying brat of a childhood friend Eren and newly found friend Armin. Levi was really going to have to speak with her over her platonic attachments.

It took him a while to realise Hansi was not half-bad. The way Hansi spoke about monster trucks was both enigmatic and interesting. It was obvious Hansi knew exactly what he was talking about. There was a certain magnetism that surrounded Hansi's very being. Levi felt drawn in to his way of talking about 'titans' (Hansi slang for 'monster trucks'). Really, Hansi was surprisingly intelligent. He knew more than Levi credited him for. He did not even know about some of the things Hansi spoke of. Hansi knew every part, its slang, and what it did. He even memorised the details of cars he had worked on pro bono from his mechanic shop. "The first one that ever rolled in was Bean, small little thing with the most gorgeous paint job I've ever seen. Small, but with amazing power. It could crush anyone. Not as good as yours although. Man, what I would do to get inside of your truck." He looked over at Levi and winked as if to show just what he meant. He laughed at Levi's disgusted face at the come-on.

"You need to smile more," Hansi said and elbowed Levi some. "I'm just jokin'. I would never do anything you don't want me to." He had a small accent to his words. Levi wondered just where Hansi came from.

Levi reached to take a sip from the tea he had made before Hansi came. "I'm asexual, so I would never accept anyway," he said hoping that would deter Hansi from trying anything else. It worked on others.

"Cool. I'm agenderfluid, but I like sex. It's okay. Titans are way better 'though," he chirped and brought the conversation back to his original point. "Now, let's talk about that engine. You've got to tell me what kind of gas you're burnin'."

After that, Hansi found a way to invite himself over whenever he pleased. It was no wonder Levi grew so attached to him. Hansi was always there, indulging in tea and titans, and Levi's lack of conversation never seemed to deter him. Levi never offered much detail about himself, but he learnt so much about Hansi over the next six months he felt as if he had known Hansi for years.

Hansi was an orphan like Mikasa had been before Levi had taken her in. Hansi, who was not lucky enough to have a long-lost sibling, had been shoved from foster home to group home to finally a too conservative all-girls school where he had met Mikasa who was just as headstrong and boundary-breaking as he was. That was when Hansi learnt he hated skirts almost as much as he hated female pronouns. "They just didn't fit," he told Levi on a muggy summer night while bending down into the hood of Corporal, Levi's beloved monster truck. Hansi's brown Oxfords were already been coloured black with oil. Levi had heard this bit from Hansi before, but he never minded Hansi telling him again; Hansi always added something new to his stories. Like a play, the reiteration was never quite the same as the first. "I mean, the skirts weren't too bad, breezy as fuck, but being made to wear them was just unfair, and don't get me started how I was not even allowed to touch a car. That was before I had the whole car thief rep. They didn't want me to because they assumed I was a girl. I had to learn everything from sneaking out to car lots and helping out the junk keeper with revamping junk vehicles to tots lookers. I mean damn, nice legs, daisy dukes, more like nice wheels, purring engines."

Levi wondered how Hansi could make a terrible joke out of everything. He watched as Hansi hopped down onto his feet. "Good as new. Better than a European paint job," he said and tossed Levi his car keys. Hansi hummed and bounded from one foot to the other. "C'mon, now gimme what you promised."

Levi sighed softly and pointed inside. "Shower first. I don't want you getting my seats filth-" Levi was barely done with the sentence before Hansi ran inside the house. Levi rolled his eyes and slid into Corporal with ease despite his height. He revved the engine and heard an excited yell from inside his cottage. Hansi obviously had heard the engine start.

Like a dog attracted to a piece of meat, Hansi ran out half-dressed and topless. Levi was surprised Hansi had even the time to put on pants. He frowned and leant over to check behind Hansi's ears. His skin was still damp, and his hair was dripping. "I still have no idea how you shower so fast," he said with a grunt once finding Hansi was adequately clean. He did not care that Hansi was not wearing a shirt. It was enough Hansi had the decency to at least wear his boxers. (And Levi had seen him without them once. That was how the agenderfluid bit was first introduced - the entire time Hansi did not put on pants.)

Hansi just grinned and gave Levi a thumbs up. "Hit the road Jack!" he whistled and threw his arms up. Levi sighed again and just pulled out of the driveway. Hansi bounced in his seat and tugged on his seatbelt and began to eye everything with a sparkling gaze. As Levi drove, Hansi was quiet for the first time. His eyes slid closed, and he just enjoyed the feel. There were no other cars out at this time of night. A true bonus to living in the Tennessean countryside. The sky was clear, and Levi could hear the sound of crickets faintly. Hansi really had done a number making his engine this quiet. He looked over at the person beside him. He wondered if Hansi was even still awake. He slid out of his own seatbelt and moved closer for better inspection.

He should have seen it coming.

Hansi's hand slid behind Levi's head in a fluid motion and brought their lips together. The kiss was soft, gentle, and the exact opposite of everything Hansi was. He could taste engine fuel, the most bitter coffee, and everything he hated on Hansi's lips. It was odd that Levi did not mind. It was even odder that he liked it.

It broke in moments, and Hansi's gaze was upon him in an intense stare. "Kodak moment," he finally said once he gave them both time to breathe. The kiss had not been deep, but it had stolen the air out of both of their lungs.

"You... are an ass," Levi responded indignantly and slid down back into his seat. Hansi beamed seeing that Levi had not rejected him. A soft smile rested on Hansi's lips the rest of the ride in Corporal, and his quiet attitude switched to him screaming his favourite obscure bands as they road through the countryside. After a bit of goading, Hansi managed to get Levi in on it, and Levi just hoped no one heard him singing Shel Silverstein's "I was stoned and I forgot." (They probably didn't. Hansi was much louder than he was.)

Hansi continued to hang out of the window until they arrived back at Levi's cottage, but he was polite enough to quiet down as to not wake up Mikasa. For some reason, it was only after Hansi had kissed him, Levi had taken in the fact that Hansi had began coming over to see him than the friend who had brought him over in the first damned place. Honestly, when was the last time Hansi had ran to Mikasa's room first and to Levi's? When was the last time Hansi left with Mikasa to the movies or wherever the hell they went instead of dragging Levi to a cafe or the garage?

And here Levi had been thinking Hansi was the dumb one.

"Hey Levi."

Hansi broke Levi's troublesome thoughts with his voice and another kiss. Those callous fingers brushed Levi's scalp and chapped lips scratched his own. It was not deep and wet, nothing that vile, but as chaste and nice as Levi liked it. He wondered if Hansi wanted it like this or was taking Levi into consideration.

"Thanks." The words were murmured against Levi's lips before Hansi hopped out of the titan. He left Levi with a wave and a memory of a soft kiss. Levi stared in disbelief as Hansi just grabbed his shirt from inside and hopped onto his motorcycle.

Yes, Hansi was most definitely an ass.