✧ aot headcanons — after they get injured on a mission ✧
they come back hurt and suddenly you’re one step away from losing it: Levi, Erwin, Connie, Jean and Armin
blood at his side, uniform torn just enough to matter, expression completely unreadable
so you step in front of him
he pauses, slowly looks at you
you don’t even entertain that
your hands are already on him, pulling his jacket aside just enough to see the injury
“…this is not ‘not serious.’”
he exhales through his nose
your fingers are careful, precise—but there’s tension in them
he notices, of course he does. he doesn’t argue this time
just lets you guide him down and lets you clean it
watching you the whole time
“…you’re being rough,” he mutters
your hand lingers at his jaw
pressing a quick, soft kiss near the corner of his mouth
something softer—brief, hidden
“…i’m not going anywhere.”
but his hand comes up after that
catching your wrist for just a second longer, like he doesn’t want you moving too far
he’s standing when you find him, talking like nothing’s wrong. Giving orders like he didn’t come back injured
your hands steady as you clean the wound
“…you’re upset,” he says quietly
but your touch softens slightly
you hesitate, just for a second
pressing a soft kiss to his cheek
“…i’ll be more careful,” he murmurs
and before you can pull away—
pressing a slow, reassuring kiss to your temple
he doesn’t say anything when he comes back
you’re already in front of him
hands on him, checking anyway
you clean the wound in silence. your hands careful, but tense
“…you were worried,” he says
you don’t move right away
press a soft kiss to his cheek
he stills, then his hand comes up resting at your jaw and he kisses you back
“…don’t worry so much,” he says
“…then stop getting hurt.”
he’s trying to play it cool
but the limp gives him away instantly
you step closer anyway, hand brushing his side. he flinches just enough
you kneel in front of him, checking the injury
and he’s watching you the entire time
“…you’re worried,” he says softly
“…kinda like it,” he mutters
“what? it means you care.”
you shake your head, trying not to smile
but your hands are gentle
you don’t pull away right away
then he leans down slightly, just enough—
a little slower this time
“…i’m okay,” he murmurs against your lips, you exhale softly
and presses one more kiss to your forehead
he’s trying to joke about it
“it looks worse than it is, i swear—”
you’re already pulling him down to sit checking him over
“i mean—yeah—but i’m still alive, so—”
you clean the wound, focused
and he’s watching you the whole time
“…you really freaked out for a second there,” he says, a small grin tugging at his lips
“…guess that means i’m important, huh?”
you sigh, shaking your head
but your hands are gentle
you lean in without thinking
pressing a quick kiss to his cheek
“i’m injured,” he says, grinning. “i deserve it.”
you roll your eyes—but kiss him again anyway
and he leans right into it
you kneel in front of him, hands already checking for injuries
your voice is softer, but steady
the way your hands move carefully
“…i didn’t mean to worry you,” he says
he knows that’s not true but doesn’t say anything about it
resting gently over yours
and something in your chest eases
you finish patching him up
then you lean in pressing a soft kiss to his cheek
he freezes for half a second, then relaxes completely
“…that helps,” he murmurs
and he leans just slightly into you after that
like he doesn’t want the moment to end
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