There she goes again.

You can hear her calling your name from behind.

Still, you don't stop in your tracks. And she doesn't stop from calling you either.

"Le-vi!" She calls out your name in a sing-song voice. Definitely nearer now. You don't even pause.

Within moments, she has latched on to you. Her long limbs wrap themselves around your shoulders, pulling you into a standstill—in an embrace.

You tense up, ready to struggle and to take her down for getting too close. You elbow her side to free yourself, but her grip on you only tightens.

"Tch! What do you want now, shitty glasses?"

"Levi! Just hold still – I just had to share this with you!"

Your shoulders slack. Tch! There's no getting out of this one.

She must have sensed your resignation. Why wouldn't she, anyway? She has always been observant much to your disdain. Although you're never really sure why she's especially keen on you and the little things you do.

Her arms around you loosen, and you feel her hands slide down from your shoulders to your hands.

She takes a deep breath and you can feel it. The rise and fall of her chest against your back, giving you goosebumps. The hairs on the back of your head stand to attention as you feel her breath tickle the side of your neck when she exhales.

She takes another deep breath and another. It's hard not to mimic.

You're all too aware of her now. Hypersensitive to her actions. Something pulls at your gut, and you briefly wonder why you didn't stop fighting that feeling long ago, especially when it can make you feel this relaxed.

You close your eyes, feeling a rare moment of tranquillity.

Unwittingly, you start to lean on her.

She takes this as a cue to slowly raise your arm, her hand comfortably under yours.

And then she does the same to the other. Your eyebrows twitch but you let her do her thing.

"Oi Hanji, what are you doing?"

You tried to sound annoyed, but your voice has lost its usual gruff.

She doesn't answer, but only continues to raise your arms upward.

"Oi shitty glasses, didn't you hear me?"

You start to get impatient, and something occurs to you. Is she making a fool out of me?

Your eyes dart open and finally, you turn around to face her.

If she was surprised by this sudden change of mood, you can't see it. She stands before you unabashed with a sheepish smile.

That usually doesn't mean good.

"Couples yoga. I've read about it in one of those books. It's supposed to relax you…"

Her gaze trails downward. For a split second, a look of surprise was on her face until she covers her mouth, trying to stop the giggles. Her face is noticeably red.

Now what the fuck is she so amused about?

Your eyebrows furrow as you looked down, too.

Shit!

During the midst of all that relaxation, you've got a hard on.

You can feel your cheeks burn and you want to turn away. She begins to laugh out loud now, and places a hand on your shoulder to keep herself in balance.

"It wasn't meant to do that to you!"

You think about punching her in the jaw right then and there.

She pulls you closer to whisper in your ear before you even got the chance to make the decision.

"But you know what? I don't mind having that effect on you."

Author's Note: Wow, I actually started this without knowing where it was going to go. Hope you enjoyed it despite its atrocity, anyway. :) It was only supposed to be an exercise in writing in second person POV but my OTP took over my life, so this is what came out instead.