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After unloading bushels and bushels of apples the cadets collapsed outside the larder in need of a breather. An unusually fruitful apple season was welcome for all. The man who delivered this last wagon of apples pulled out a croker sack and mosied over to the tired crew.
"Been saving these lovelies for someone special," he said, winking at the group of female cadets. "Can't think of anyone more special than young women fighting for humanity."
He set the croker sack down and pulled out a humongous red apple. "These are some of the finest I've grown in my life and I want you to enjoy them."
Sasha scrambled to her feet, practically drooling. She reached out for the apple, eyes shining like she was looking at a pile of jewels.
"Thank you, sir. You are so kind," she said, appraising the ruby colored fruit.
A chorus of thank yous followed as the old man handed each of the girls an apple. When he was done, the croaker sack was still half full of the huge apples.
With a chuckle he handed the bag to Jean, saying, "I guess there's some left for the young fellas too. Thank you, for being so brave and selfless."
A chorus of gratitude followed him as he climbed back into his wagon.
"Holy crap! These are bigger than Connie's head!" Y/n said holding the apple up.
"That's a feat, Connie's head is huge." Jean teased
"Shuddup!" Connie said through a mouth full of apple. He wasted no time getting into his.
Y/n laughed and shined her apple on her jacket, "These look amazing. We can eat them right? We're not gonna get in trouble?"
She was apparently the only one worried about it, because everyone else was attacking theirs like they hadn't eaten for months.
Shrugging, y/n took a huge bite. The ripe apple was so juicy, it gushed out of the corners of her mouth and dripped down her chin. Sasha and Christa giggled as the rest of their male teammates stared wide eyed at her wiping the glistening juice from her chin.
"What?" She said, cocking her eyebrow.
Flustered, the guys looked away muttering a flurry of nothing's.
Another bite yielded the same result, and Sasha swooped over and licked the side of Y/n’s face, "You missed a spot!" She cackled.
"Sasha I swear to God, you better never lick me again! I'll use you for Titan practice."
"What is going on here? Why are you laying on the ground eating apples? You should be stocking the larder." The group looked up at Captain Levi, who was staring down at them in disgust.
"Settle down, Levi," Hange laughed. "The farmer literally handed them each an apple. Let them enjoy it."
"Since when did eating apples involve licking people?" Levi deadpanned, looking from Sasha to Y/n.
“She was just having some fun, Captain Levi.” Y/n replied haughtily. Sasha was her best friend and loved to be silly with her when time allowed. Levi didn’t have to be an asshole all the time.
Captain Levi’s eyes snapped to yours. He was getting ready to say something else, probably unnecessarily mean in return, but holding his gaze y/n took a giant bite of her apple and let more of the sweet juice run down her chin and neck. Levi froze. He watched her take a finger and wipe the side of her mouth.
“Did I make a mess, Captain?” Y/n purred.
His eyes narrowed at her and he tried to hide a tight swallow, but the bob of his Adam's apple gave him away.
“Hurry up and get back to work.” He spat, glaring at Hange as he turned on his heel.
When he was out of ear shot, Hange let out a snicker she had been holding in. Doubling over, it turned into a belly laugh.
“I’ve never seen Levi that close to breaking. Y/n, you may be in trouble later - what kind I’m not sure, but it’ll be trouble.”
Still laughing, Hange followed Levi to the mess hall.