"Ah shit." Levi whispered. You looked up from the paper you were working on, across the table. He was waving his hand back and forth before sticking his finger in his mouth.
"Levi?" You asked, confused.
"Paper cut." He grumbled, finger still in his mouth.
You reached across the table, standing up slightly. You took his hand, pulling his finger out of this mouth, and pressed a soft kiss to the injury.
"Better?"
"Hm" He grunted in response, going back to his work with a pink tint spreading across his cheeks.