Rivaille looked down at you, his eyes sparkling with discontent at your current state. Mud caked your boots, your shirt and jacket clung to your skin like a second skin. Your hands were scraped, and there was a bruise beginning to bloom on your temple.
"What the hell happened to you?" Rivaille hissed, seizing your arm and bringing it up to his face to inspect the blood running down your wrists from the lacerations on the heel of your palms.
"I banged into a tree." You muttered, feeling a little ashamed of yourself now. Yet, despite the current situation, you found yourself smiling with amusement at Rivaille's annoyance. "We were training out in the forest and my gear malfunctioned and it was raining and-EEEEHH!!"
You squealed indignantly as you were roughly thrown over a bony shoulder, scrambling for balance as Rivaille began to walk forward, kicking open the office door and striding briskly down the corridor.
You knew exactly where you were headed, and the thought mortified you.
Hanji, who had peeked out of her office door at the commotion, caught sight of you as you passed by.
You reached out a hand to her desperately. "Hanji!" You cried. "Help me! Please!"
Hanji looked after you, her expression one of confusion, before finally catching onto the same realization as you, flashing you a thumbs up, and a broad grin.
"Hanji you traaaiiiitttoooorrr!!" You cried as you were hauled off down the hallway and towards your impending doom.
You could practically feel Rivaille's face contort into a smirk as you passed by a group of cadets. You squirmed and thrashed, but Rivaille's grip only tightened, allowing you limited movement.
"Afternoon, Commander." Rivaille muttered as you passed by Erwin, who had the pause and look back at your retreating form with a bit of amusement in his eyes.
You gave the man a mock salute and a frown as you vanished from sight.
It wasn't too long before Rivaille reached his room, swinging the door open roughly and with a bang that made you flinch. But he didn't stop there, oh no, he carried you past his bed and towards his bathroom.
You were set in a chair, and before your eyes were even open, you could hear the sound of running water as the bathtub filled.
Rivaille stood before you, his arms crossed, glaring down at you unhappily.
"I'm assuming you don;t want me to undress you." he spoke lowly, his tone a warning.
Your face burst into a rosy shade of pink. "O-Of course not!" You squeaked. However, Rivaille remained in place.
"Do you mind?" You asked, indignation tinting your voice.
"No." Came his even response.
"Turn around!" You squeaked, your face burning.
Rivaille rolled his eyes bit complied nonetheless.
You peeled yourself out of your sticky clothes as quickly as possible, launching yourself at the bathtub when you were finished. You sank down into the warm, sudsy water, thankful for the cover to your decency.
"You act as if I've never seen-"
"Ssst!!" You hissed at him, waving a hand. "Don't say it!"
Rivaille smirked, but complied, not finishing his sentence.
Instead, he sat himself behind you, shrugging off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves. You craned your head to look at him as he picked up the shampoo bottle and poured a liberal amount into his palm.
"Lean your head back." Came the order. You complied quickly, shivering as Rivaille's cold hands touched the nape of your neck as he gathered your hair into his hands. His movements were gentle, rubbing the substance into your scalp in soft, soothing touches, massaging it into your roots. You leaned back a bit and smiled in contentment.
Rivaille scoffed at the pleased smile that overcame your features.
"Honestly, you're like a dog. A bath loving canine." he spoke harshly, but you could sense the underlying smile to his words.
"Is that supposed to be an insult?" You replied smoothly, pushing your head into his hands.
"Maybe." Came his reply. A hand pulled away for a moment, handing you a sponge. "Do yourself a favor and get that dirt off your legs. "
You took the sponge, noticing how Rivaille's hand lingered for a moment when your fingers touched.
You lifted a leg up into the cold air, observing the flaking mud that had managed to sink through your pants. You gave a cautionary rub of the sponge over your calf, watching as the dirt peeled off and clung to the sponge.
You could feel Rivaille's eyes on your bare leg as you washed it. His fingers had slowed a bit, you noted, marking a lack of attention to his task. When you looked at him however, you saw his eyes flick back to your scalp and his fingers resume their task faster than ever. You hid a chuckle in your chest, but a smile escaped onto your lips.
"Getting distracted, are we, corporal?" You purred, lifting up your other leg.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He hissed, causing you to chuckle.
"Suuuurrree." You replied sarcastically.
You felt Rivaille's nails dig into your scalp, but the sensation wasn't necessarily painful, though it wasn't enjoyable either. You gave a small whine of protest, which he promptly ignored.
Soon he was back to massaging your scalp, his fingers working through the knots and kinks of your locks.
You were so relaxed you sank farther into the water, your eyes fluttering closed as you let out a pleased sigh that escaped like a small zephyr from your lips.
It took you a moment to notice that Rivaille's hands were strangely absent from your head. Before you could question him, you felt the sting of icy water being poured over your head. Your arms shot out as you flailed, trying to stop the steady flow of cold as it poured from the bucket.
When it stopped, you began to whirl and face Rivaille, but another onslaught of the icy liquid began again, and you had to close your eyes through the torrent.
"Rivai-!" You blubbered through the water. "Sto-!"
As Rivaille paused, your noticed the very, very obvious smirk on his lips as he watched you thrash under the water.
You waved your arms in an effort to tell him desperately to STOP, and after a few more douses of water, he obliged.
"You little turd." You finally coughed as you emerged from the stream of water, However, when Rivaille hoisted the bucket above his head again, your face morphed into a look of terror and you waved your hands desperately. "I didn't mean it!" You squeaked.
Rivaille held a triumphant smirk as he set down the bucket. You felt anger boil in your veins. Before you could even question yourself, there was a splash and a yell, and Rivaille stood dripping onto the floor.
The look you gave you could have frozen a child in pure fear. You, however, were far too amused to notice his expression of utter contempt.
"Well then." You chirped from the far corner of the bathtub, hugging your knees closer to your chest.
Rivaille snorted. "Not only did you splash me." he began, his voice low and dangerous. "But you splashed me with dirty water."
"Indeed I did." You couldn't contain your chuckles. "What are you going to do about it? Hmm?"
There was a pause as Rivaille considered your question. Then, his eyes twinkled with mischief, and he turned, striding over to your sullied clothes and picking them up, along with his jacket.
"Have fun getting dressed." He called over his shoulder as he exited the bathroom, snatching the only towel as he left.