Want to give a big thanks to Lightmaycry for suggesting her prompt to me!

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Sorry it's so short D:! I'm trying to write three stories at the same time so it's a little hectic!

Hopefully this was as close to what you were imagining!

Levi sat adequately behind one of the tables inside the mess hall, his elbow resting on the surface of the table, his chin situated on his palm— the usual apathetic expression displaying on his face. His narrowed, steel-blue eyes flickered hints of disinterest— though, on the contrary, he was particularly amused at the moment.

"Levi, what's your intake on the situation?" Erwin flickered his eyes towards the Corporal, his eyebrow arched in curiosity.

Levi stiffened his body, glancing up to meet the Commander's wandering eyes. "My intake?" He paused for a moment, giving the topic at hand some thought before responding. "Use Jaeger." He suggested, flickering his slanted eyes at the boy in front of him.

"Eren?"

"Me?!" Eren blurted out, a puzzled expression on his face.

"I agree completely." Jean muttered under his breath, leaning back against his chair. "That suicidal idiot is always ready to sacrifice himself."

"Well, I see some potential in that plan." Hanji grinned maliciously, her eyes gleaming with sadistic intentions.

Eren stood up from his seat, his hands slammed down against the surface of the table, an exasperated expression reaching his face. "No way!"

"We're not using Eren." Mikasa spoke out in a firm tone, her charcoal eyes narrowed at her commanding officer.

Levi glanced sideways, taking a glimpse of her aggravated expression. "Oh?" He smirked, tightening the grip around her hand. Everyone around them was completely oblivious to the vicinity of their bodies and their interlocked fingers that concealed themselves from underneath the table. "And why is that?"

Mikasa tensed her body — slightly stirring in her seat, her cheeks flushed with crimson. "Because Eren might get harmed." She gritted her teeth, trying her best not to be overwhelmed by the feeling of his warm, rugged hand clasped around her own.

"Mikasa might have a point." Connie nodded, folding his arms across his chest.

"We're using him." Jean disagreed, his hands curled up in fists.

"Shut the hell up, damn horse face." Eren hissed through gritted teeth, grabbing a handful of his shirt.

Hanji stifled a laugh, trying to veil the amusement in her eyes. "Horse face?! HAHAHAHAHAHAA!" A burst of giggles escaped from the partings of her lips, causing the young soldiers around her to explode in heaps of booming laughter.

Jean stood there, fuming inside his body, his whole face shaded with red from embarrassment. "I DON'T HAVE A HORSE FACE!"

"Don't be mean guys." Armin sat there quietly, his voice just barely above a murmur.

Erwin sighed heavily, clearing his throat just a few notches louder, causing everyone to cease their laughter immediately. "Back to the topic at hand," he folded his arms over his chest, glancing back down at the map in front of him. "We won't be using Eren." He stated firmly, closing the case.

Jean exhaled in defeat, silently glowering at Eren beside him. "It was worth a damn try."

Levi smirked inwardly to himself, trailing the tips of his fingers over Mikasa's soft, supple hand — sensing the exchange of warmth that her body was emitting beside him.

Mikasa bit her cheek in embarrassment, slightly adjusting her palm upwards— flickering her wavering dark, chestnut hued eyes at him.

Levi locked gazes with her, the edges of his lips curled up, as he accepted the invitation that her hand was offering. He hesitated his fingers for a brief moment, before gradually clasping his hand onto hers, interlacing his fingers between the gaps tightly— he shifted his left arm, using his free hand to mask the redness from his cheeks. Somehow, the meetings he attended had become quite enjoyable for him.

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