Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number
4. Forehead Kiss
(I went with RivaMika because why not)
"Would you tell me what happened if I ask politely?"
Levi rolled his eyes at her stubborn insistence while tending to the bright red bruise smack on the middle of her forehead. She looked rather ridiculous too; with her bangs pulled back on the back by a clip she had borrowed from Historia and the comical scowl that had little to no effect with how the embarrassed fluster affected her expression.
He had gone back to their private quarters to an awfully-fidgety Mikasa bolting away from him whenever he got too close. Of course, he got suspicious, more so when she refused to look at him in the eye and kept fixing her hair. She wasn’t particularly meticulous with how she looked like, so naturally, it drew some suspicion on his part.
A game of cat and mouse had commenced for a good hour until he had finally cornered her with a convincing kiss, able to distract her long enough to fasten her hands together with the cravat she had fortunately discarded. Then he was able to see what she had been trying to hide from him.
Somehow, he got an inkling to where it came from, judging with how clean the room was than he remembered the way it was hours ago.
"Then where did it come from?" He had been trying to get her to spill, and for someone who was already caught red-handed, Mikasa held out pretty well. Like always. "Mind telling me that instead, brat?"
"Still a no, Levi." she huffed. She flinched when he pressed the ice pack a little more firmly against the reddened skin, scowling more dangerously at him. "Watch where you put that thing, midget!” she hissed, struggling against her bonds a little more.
"But you’re not talking." he tilted his head and smirked, aiming to irritate her further. It worked. "Is your reason too embarrassing you can’t even tell me, your husband?"
"Yes." she harrumphed, turning her head away from him with her chin raised defiantly. Levi sighed.
"Such a troublesome woman you are." he murmured.
"I heard that.” she narrowed her eyes at him as he nudged her chin towards him. Levi’s smirk widened in amusement.
"That’s because it was meant to be heard, dearest.” she reddened again, though, now for an entirely different reason. He didn’t deny the pride that he felt upon knowing he was the reason for such expression of hers. “Look here, since you won’t tell.”
"Damn right I won’t…" Mikasa lowered her eyes and shut them tight when he pecked the bruise, thrice, and her stomach was somersaulting giddily after he finished.
"There." he leaned back on his hands and chuckled, taking in her appearance.
"Aren’t you going to get me out of this stupid cloth?" she furiously tugged on the cravat around her wrists again.
"I think I’ll keep you like this for awhile."