"Oi! What are you doing slacking off there, huh? Get over here, brat!" You heard someone shout from behind you. Quickly, without wasting any time, you turned to look at where the voice had come from. Of course you already knew whose voice it was but for the thrill of everything, you still looked behind. And as expected, it was from a 160 centimeter tall, handsome man; also known as Levi Ackerman, squad captain of the Special Operation Squad. You smiled at the short captain, not understanding—and minding—what he had said to you just before you looked back at him.
"Did you not understand what I said, cadet (l/n)? I said get your ass over here!" Levi repeated, this time, with a sterner tone, and only then you realized what he had said and stopped smiling. Hurriedly, you walked towards the captain and saluted to him; yes, the same salute where everyone fists their right hand and place them over their left chest. That salute.
"What is it, captain shorty?" You asked, and the corporal slowly looked at you. You grinned widely when you saw him give you a deathly glare. If looks could kill, you're probably dead right now, but luckily it can't, and you're thankful for that. "Captain shorty?" You repeated, still not taking off that mischievous grin of yours.
"Can you fucking stop with the fucking nickname?" The captain asked, sounding serious than ever. He never liked that nickname at all. Who would want to be called 'shorty', anyway? Plus, you were smaller than him which makes him even more irritated.
You then nodded at him. "Of course. Anyway, what did you call me for?" Levi averted his glare at you and looked at the window in front. You followed his gaze and stared right at the same spot he was looking at on the window; nothing. "Um, what are you looking at, captain shorty?" You asked the captain beside you. You heard him sigh– clearly, it wasn't intended for the 'captain shorty' part but for something else.
"Here," He pointed his index finger at a certain spot. You thought he was pointing outside, at the village, but he wasn't removing his finger so you inched closer to it and squinted your eyes to take a better a look and only then you realized there was a microscopic dirt on it. Microscopic. "There, you see that? Look at that disgusting piece of shit." He cursed and clicked his tongue.
"Oh! Let me wipe it, then." You shuffled through your pockets and grabbed the white cloth as you felt its cotton-ish texture. Quickly, you wiped the dirt off the glass window and swore to yourself you saw it shine as you did so. You put the cloth back to your pockets and clapped your hands together. "See? Just wipe it clean and it's clear as new!" You chimed proudly.
The captain looked at you, entertained at how proud and happy you could get by doing something so little. Then he noticed something peculiar. Wait, what kind of fuckery is this? He thought to himself. Levi stepped a little closer to you—at least three to four centimeters—and looked at the top of your head. You noticed a change on the atmosphere so you looked at the captain, who's so focused on your head for some weird reason.
"Uh, captain?" You raised a brow at him but he didn't mind it at all. "Capta—" You attempted to say something, but was cut short by Levi's weird and sudden statement.
"You're getting... taller." He said almost to himself and your eyes widened. You stood there at your place, not moving a single inch. Taller..? You repeated in your mind the last word he said. You weren't really sure if what you heard was correct because you were already twenty-one and it's kind of impossible to get taller at this point. Unless I heard it all wrong. Maybe, it wasn't 'taller' but 'smaller— wait, that is just fucked up! And since you don't trust your sense of hearing, you asked the captain again.
"Pardon? I think I heard something wrong. C-can you repeat what you said.. sir." You managed to muster up the words. The captain was now examining your face— probably, he was weirded out at you because he was raising a brow.
"I said you're getting taller, brat." He repeated.
"EH?!"
