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“Levi. Ackerman,” an amused voice called out from the doorway. Said man didn’t need to turn around to know who it was and didn’t bother answering. It was Hanji, “Are you actually nervous right now?” He didn’t respond to her. He just continued to adjust his signature cravat – the one (Name) had sewn for him a couple months ago after learning his other one had been torn on duty. “Oh, Levi!” Hanji giggled, almost mockingly, as she clasped her hands together, “How uncharacteristically cute of you!” “Shouldn’t you be elsewhere?” Levi growled, “Like,