If it wasn’t for the fact Hange and Erwin insisted Levi to come to the Christmas Party—something about the Scouts needing to hang out with their admirable Captain; a thought Levi scoffed at—he wouldn’t have come.

That, and the fact he knew Anon would be there.

He wouldn’t say he had a crush on Anon—what grown man uses the word ‘crush’?—but he has found himself staring at them for far too long at times, offering cups of tea during their breaks, and tried to help ease their chore load. God, maybe he did have a crush… Though he would never admit it out loud, thinking there’s no way Anon would see him as anything other than their captain.

Through most of the night, he kept to himself, making sure no soldier had the balls to get pissed-drunk and cause a ruckus.

From the corner of his eye, he watches Jean and Eren celebrate a little too much, the two idiots challenging each other to see who is the lightweight.

“What dumbasses,” Levi murmurs as he drinks his tea, holding the cup by the rim.

“You think you’re so much better than me, horse face? Come and prove it then!” Eren shouts at Jean, his words slightly slurring.

“You’re just a little punk! But alright, since you asked for it,” Jean sneers back, balling his hands into fists.

Sighing, Levi gets up, ready to punch the two idiots in the stomach. “Hey, knock it off—“

His eyes widen as Anon also tried to intervene—which ended up with Anon being pushed to the side—instinctively, Levi catches Anon before they hit the ground, his arms wrapped around their waist, pulling them close to his chest.

Anger seers through Levi, ready to reprimand the two and make them run laps outside in the freezing cold, but then, his notices the gleam of the string over him and Anon’s head.

A mistletoe.