Title: Alphabet Walk

Summary: 25 times he stands up, 26 times he falls.

Word Count: 539

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He was up before he knew it: Mercurial eyes snapped open at the burning sensation he felt all over his exposed torso and the absence of feeling from his left arm. He wasted no time dillydallying in the comfort of the queen-sized bed big enough for two people. But then, two's a company, three is a crowd and he longed to kick the grinning anatomically correct Titan doll, six-feet tall crammed on the other side of the bed so that he could just get more space for himself.

Irritated, he snatched his arm back from the weight keeping it in place: A mess of auburn locks belonging to a drooling woman who appeared oblivious to the morning ruckus he is causing. Rolling his eyes, he pushed himself off the bed, hurriedly looking for his articles of clothing all over the room's floor. He picked his boxers, cringing at the piece of wrapper attached to its garter and muttered several obscenities under his breath.

His trousers was already hanging loose on his hips when he felt her stir, stretch and release a low moan that sent chills down his spine.

"Levi?" Groggy. "What are you doing up so early?"

He scoffed, slipping his right arm through one of the holes and replying, "It's ten in the morning. Is that still considered early in your book?"

Her loud yawn filled the room, "That depends on what day it is. Leaving?"

"But of course," he drawled, buttoning his shirt from the bottom, "I have a job to do, don't I? Unlike people I know who do nothing but laze around and—"

"Hey, I've been up all night yesterday, don't I deserve some break? Besides," he cast a glance at her, a devilish smile not fitting but looks so well on on her face, "who do you think is at fault for keeping me up—"

"Coy doesn't suit you," he snapped flatly, pushing the final button into the hole.

She laughed, "A lot of things don't suit me," she looked at him with wide brown eyes, knowing too well that he knows it's true. "but have you ever seen me stop?"

He walked back to the bed, watching her look at him expectantly before snatching the hanging cravat on her headboard, and fastened it around his neck.

He walked to the window, the cacophony of soldiers chants filling the air, the blaring sun piercing his eyes and he unlatched it.

"Levi?"

"What?" Pushing the window open, the scent of dew-kissed grass and sunshine filling the room.

"The door's right over there." She said, pointing to the opposite side of the window.

"I know." Condescendingly, "I'm taking this way out."

"But why?"

"They talk."

"They always do." She mumbled, pulling her knees up to her chest and clutching the sheets closer to her body, "I don't see why it matters so much to you."

He sighed and turned back to her, "It doesn't."

"Hmm?"

"It never did," he walked back to the bed, "But then," he leaned towards her, "now it involves you."

Hastily brushing his lips against hers, like a flutter of wings in a vast garden of emotions, he left, thinking he never saw Hanji more beautiful than now.

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Author's note: I don't know why but it just made me smile thinking that he would have a soft spot for Hanji, always. Thanks for reading! Any thoughts?